The Death Corn

           I was taking a walk when I came upon a dead squirrel laying flat on his back in the middle of the road. It had been hit by a car. The squirrel's legs were sticking straight up in the air. "You got me," could have been his last words. It was an ordinary road kill but for the giant acorn that was still lodged in the squirrel's mouth. The little guy found the perfect nut just before he perished. He could barely wrap his mouth around it it was so big. He'd hit the jackpot and was probably in a rush to share his discovery before he was run down. It was the agony and the ecstasy that's for sure. It's a nutty world I tell you, just plain nutty.