Squirrel

I get up in the morning, I scurry on down the oak. I stop. A car. Another one. More cars pass as I try to cross the street, not knowing what lies ahead. A big dog barks at me as I pass someone's yard up another tree. I see another squirrel and suddenly get the urge to play a quick game of tag with him. Is it a him? I'm never sure. I chase him down only to realize that he has a nut. That's why I chased him. I guess it's instinct. I'm hungry. That's probably why I chased another, or possibly the same, squirrel just another day. I continue to run and sprint. I stop. Quickly, I scratch my nose with both my hands. I look both ways and cross a street with bigger, louder cars. One passes me and the wind seems to knock me over. I continue to run and end up on a big open area of grass. I realize two things. It isn't that open, and it's not grass. It is this shiny bright green thing. It looks like grass but doesn't taste edible. My hands feel weird on the dirt. Wait. It's not dirt. Everything here is fake. And the area is enclosed by a fence. I don't know how I got in, but I can't get out. I run and then realize that I'm not on that "grass" anymore. I'm on this black surface. I sprint, run, sprint, run until I stop. I'm back where I started. It's a big circle! Actually looks more like an oval. I look and there's a can. I go in and see some clear containers and rotted garbage. I get out of the rotting can to realize that there are these kids on these metal bars. They each, at one point, look at me. They seem to be taking notes. Curious to see what they're writing, I find an opening. I leave desperately looking for food. I search for trees but I don't see any. I finally see a tree. It's all the way across the street and there are many cars going at one time. I test the time of when the cars stop and go and realize that there isn't enough time for me to get to the other side. I try but as I start, a car passes, pushing me back to the concrete path. I run down the path and spot a maple. A maple isn't an oak. I like maple, I guess. A cold wind pushes me toward the street. I stop myself and see that the road is empty. I sprint instinctively across the street to the other side. I try to see where the oak I spotted before was. I can't find it. I run and sprint straight down until I find an oak. I climb up and get chased out by another squirrel. I continue to run. Out of breath, I stop and look around. I look up and the sun is directly above my head. It's noon already? I didn't even eat yet. I run and sprint until I finally see an oak. An oak! It's in someone's backyard. It's a big oak full of leaves. I see a dog staring me down. I go to run, then stop short. Now he's barking mad. I sprint in a zig zag up the tree, into a hole. I catch my breath and go on a branch. I pick a nut off the branch and eat. I finally eat.