Krack has a nut
Krack is a squirrel of a special kind. Well, he isn’t that special if you think about it. He, like any other squirrels, likes nuts. He goes nuts over them. And all summer long he has been collecting nuts. You see, Krack has a huge hollow in a tree, high above any other squirrel. That is what makes him special. He lives there with his brother Guts. We’ll talk about Guts later.
Now Krack has been all over the forrest collecting nuts. He even sneaks into the farm nearby. Krack loves all sorts of nuts and in the farm house there is a room full of nuts. Walnuts, hazelnuts, peanuts, cashew nuts. Much more than any squirrel could ever want. But Krack is a bit greedy and he wants more. He goes to the farm house almost every night now. He has to go past Brutus, the guard dog. Brutus sounds like a huge and mean guard dog. In reality, Brutus is just a small, shivering Chihuahua. Krack slapped him once across the schnoz and ever since Brutus has been shaking like a leave. He now stays well clear of Krack. So Krack fill up his pockets every night and takes as many nuts as he can carry back to his large tree hollow.
Krack feels like a king. King of nuts. “Mine! All these nuts are mine!” he yells and laughs uncontrollably.
Then one day, Krack, in his hollow filled with delicious nuts, hears a tiny little whimper. ” What did you say?” he asks his brother Guts. Guts, the casual self he is looks up. “Whnat?” Krack asks him again. “Are you talking to me?” But Guts didn’t know what was going on. Guts just likes to eat. He is just eating a yummo peanut. “I dnidn’t fnay awnythning.”
“How often do I have to tell you not to speak with your mouth full?” yells Krack at Guts. And then he hears that whimper again. It wasn’t Guts. His brother is still eating.
Krack starts to dig. Every now and then he stops to listen. He can hear the whimper: “Not a nut!”
Krack keeps digging and finally finds a peanut, scarred in the bottom corner, shaking uncontrollably. “I’m not a nut!” the peanut whispers. “You what!!!” cries Krack. “You are a peanut! All peanuts are nuts!” He lifts up the peanut. Krack is now confused and shakes the little peanut who is repeating itself. “I’m not a nut! I’m not a nut!”
But Krack has nothing of that. “If you’re not a nut, then what are you?” Everyone is looking at each other. Krack at the peanut, the peanut at Krack and Guts at them both. He even stopped chewing. For a few minutes is is very quiet in the tree hollow.
Then the peanut whispers quietly “A legume. Botanically speaking I’m a legume.”
Krack doesn’t believe what he is hearing. He drops the peanut and stares at the wall. Cold sweat rolling down his cheeks.
Then “PEEP PEEP PEEP PEEP” the alarm goes off. Krack and Guts wake up to another sunny day of nut picking. But form that day forward, Krack never toughed anther peanut. Guts is still the same. He eats everything.
The End
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