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The Little Squirrel

by Soma Bose
(Pune, India)

The squirrel glanced at me as I just rescued it from being smashed into pieces under my boot. I was jogging within a greenish complexion and suddenly this happened.

I lifted it into my hand and it started to shiver. It was his alertness of presence a monster like me as it realized that I did not belong to its world; I hoped so. I gently kept my fingers down on earth and left it on grass. It regained its strength and went hopping towards another direction.

Few days later, a crest of a nearby hill started to crack and an earthquake happened. I tried of being safe and started running towards a ground. But bricks,woods,trees-all became out of control so quickly and started to fall. I felt that I was already under some ruins and lost my sense.

Still I got a chance to be alive. After sometime I regained my sense and heard a thin voice of some people who were calling me. They pulled my one hand out of a tiny cracked hole and removed some bricks,woods and mud from the surroundings to take me out of the debris.

"You will be okay," they called for a doctor. "What if this squirrel does not roam around the cracked hole", one of them pointed out a squirrel and I discovered that dark brown small pretty creature whom I saved once.They were geologists and doubted that there might be any living thing under the bricks and this small squirrel's suspicious movement made them sensed that. Instead, I felt sad of being hurt,I gave a thankful smile to it.
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