Started to pick pecans.
Saw a squirrel.
Then another.
Then I was surrounded by them and they were moving closer.
White shiny teeth flashing in the sunlight.
Tails twitching in rhythm.
Many in trees looking at me.
Birds not singing.
All was quite.
Dropped bag of pecans and slowly backed out of the circle of angry squirrels.
Lucky to get out alive.
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