I was thinking about this weird little thing that happened to me when i was little today and i don't know why:

So one day when i was in fourth grade, my friend Leah and I were walking for my house to hers (we live on the same street but its a mile and a half long) when we saw a squirel corpse.

We were horrifed. We didn't know what to do. This was a dead squirel, and it deserved some kind of ceremonial burial or something.

So we stole a shovel from someones garage, put the squirel on the shovel and carried it a mile back to my house where we explained the circumstances of our shovel theft and possesion of our new dead friend and our intentions.

he threw the squirel in the garbage sent me to my room and sent Leah home.