By Tyler Woods grade 5
It was a cold dark night at the Brown farm. The squirrels had come to visit for Mr. Peanut’s birthday, a big holiday for squirrels. Bucktooth Chicken and Roasted Rooster couldn’t care less about a giant peanut’s birthday, but the squirrels promised to bring cake, so the birds were in for it. The squirrels arrived in the peanut mobile and of course, crashed into the newly repaired windmill.
‘‘Sorry if we made a scratch in the windmill,” said Nutty.
“Hey, where did you get that?” asked Bucktooth Chicken.
“Oh, you know. Found it at a parade. We decided to take it for a test run…..4 years ago. We forgot it wasn’t ours,” said Spottie.
The squirrels started to empty their party stuff and told the birds to all go and relax.”We’ll take care of everything,” Nutty said with a wink.
Silly Goose thought he saw someone else in the giant peanut mobile and asked “Hey who’s the new guy?”
Nutty said, “You guys must really be tired if you are seeing things!” They all headed into the barn.
After a few minutes, the squirrels yelled that it was okay to eat. When the birds did, their mouths dropped.
”WHAT….IS…..THIS ?????!!!!!” yelled Roasted Rooster.
The squirrels seated the birds and introduced to them what they were going to have: peanut punch, nut soup, peanut casserole, niceties, and for dessert, peanut cake with peanut butter frosting.
“Well, I think I’m done for the night,” said Farm-Bot as he rolled away.
The birds tried to eat the food, but it was just disgusting. Even watching the squirrels eat their food was disgusting. Then, all of a sudden, the door creaked open.
“What was that?” asked Bucktooth Chicken.
“The wind……I hope,” said Roasted Rooster.
When dinner was over, the squirrels asked, “Do you want to play some party games?”
“Yeah- uh, did you just poke me?” asked Silly Goose.
“Why would I poke you-Bucktooth Chicken, would you stop poking me!,” exclaimed Roasted Rooster.
“No!!!!! I did not poke you!” Bucktooth Chicken answered, but then he got poked.
The birds glared at the squirrels. “Which one of you is it?!”
The squirrels put their hands up. “It’s not us!”
“Did you see that?” asked Silly Goose.
Just then the lights flickered and went out!
Bucktooth Chicken lit some candles, as the room got brighter the birds and squirrels all looked right at Chubby and screamed!
“What?” he asked.
Nutty calmly said ” You–you– your not eating anything…We thought you were dead!”
“No, I just lost my appetite after I picked up that rat.”
“Rat, I don’t have rats in my house,” replied Roasted Rooster. “What did it look like?”
“It was skinny, really skinny, with a bushy tail like ours,” he said.
Spotty and Nutty looked at each other and yelled out, “Scooter!!”
Bucktooth Chicken was about to ask what a Scooter was, but before he could the giant shadow of a sword carrying squirrel appeared on the wall! The birds all ran for the door knocking everything over!
“STOP!”yelled Nutty.”It’s just our great-great-great-great Grandfather Scooter…well sort of….it’s his ghost, actually.”
“Wwwwwwhat do you mean?” yelled Silly Goose, frightened.
“There is no such thing as ghosts, right?” said Roasted Rooster.
“There’s such thing as Scooter all right.”said Brownie.
“Yeah!” said Sneezy.”Whenever the moon is at brightest and shaped like an acorn, he rises!!”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN??” asked Farm-Bot.
“Scooter Squirrel is very famous. He was a war hero. He was the only squirrel killed during the Civil War. At night, he rides all around on his rat skeleton .”
“What..that’s ridiculous,” said Bucktooth Chicken. “How did he get killed? In battle?”
“Sort of , he died as he tried to gather nuts for all the others that were hiding in the trees.” said Nutty.
“Yeah, right,” said Bucktooth Chicken, but then he got poked in his side and started to shake.
“What about the rat? Did he die in the battle?” asked Farm-Bot.
Tuffy replied, “Of course not, he just choked on a bone while eating dinner.”
The birds didn’t know what to do as they all shook in the corner. Were they all doomed?
Roasted Rooster finally said, “I’ve heard of him, he rode his rat into Boston to warn them right?”
“Uh, that was Paul Revere” said Brownie. The birds kept on shaking.
“Stop shaking,” said Nutty. “He’s just trying to get your attention and have some fun, it’s humans he really goes after.”
“I got an idea!” said Bucktooth Chicken.
“Oh, no!” worried Roasted Rooster.
Just then, the tractor rolled in the driveway and its lights lit up the area.
The Farmer started to yell and scream that the windmill was damaged again, when he caught a terrifying glimpse of the ghostly squirrel riding his skeleton rat towards him.
Bucktooth thought, Oh boy, here we go again, as the farmer ran back down the road screaming.
The Squirrels, who all had run out to watch their spooky relative do his thing, slowly turned towards the birds and in a scratchy voice all yelled….
Of course, Silly Goose asked,”What about Mr. Peanut’s Birthday?