"…and I became their first audience!" Andrew bragged, boasting about his experience with the singing squirrels. "They gave me tons of acorns, and I gave them my hunt in return."
Andrew has been talking for the last twenty minutes, and I didn't know how to make him stop. It was fun listening to his story for the first ten minutes, but now it's getting a bit tiring. He looked so excited, looking like a child with his chocolate, so I didn't have the heart to tell him to stop.
"What did you hunt?"
"Foxes," he said, folding his arms together as if proud of his past decision. "They were terrified," he guffawed, lolling his head backward as he laughed. At first, I didn't know what was funny about it, but then he added, "You see, foxes prey on squirrels."
I gasped.
"Why did you give them foxes?" I asked, feeling bad for the poor squirrels. It must be bad luck for them to meet such a mischievous man like him. "You could have given them flowers."
