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March 15, 2025 ~ Dinosaur Valley State Park 
Evelyn was mid~sentence, something about how the giant theropod tracks looked like turkey prints on steroids, when Squatch locked onto something in the yaupon and decided it was time to save the world. One heroic yip, one full~body lunge, and Evelyn was suddenly airborne (boots skidding across limestone, leash wrapped twice around her wrist). Herman lunged and caught her around the waist just before she face~planted into a fossil. And that`s when the bush exploded. Out shot the original Squirreladillo: rusty armor plates, bottle~brush tail rattling like a diamondback in a tin can, one oversized pecan clamped in its jaws. It launched itself clean over the trail (two and a half feet straight up) and cleared Herman, Evelyn, and the flailing dog in a single ridiculous bound. Squatch hit the end of the leash, executed a perfect backflip, and landed flat on his back in a dinosaur track full of tadpoles, all four legs bicycling the air, barking at the sky like it had personally insulted his mother. Herman, still holding Evelyn upright, just stared with his mouth open. Evelyn, half~laughing, half~screaming: "WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?!" I finally found words: "That, y`all... was a genuine Squirreladillo." We followed the tiny tank~tread tracks twenty yards to a burrow under a limestone ledge already stuffed with enough pecans to finance a small country. Herman looked at Evelyn. Evelyn looked at me. I looked at Squatch (still upside~down and furious at a cloud). Herman grinned first. "Well, Misfits... we just got chosen." CONTINUE TO CHAPTER 2: THE 300 ~ MILE HITCH HIKER [ Back to Squirreladillo Hub ] |
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