Thomas Leaves for Work

Thomas awoke the next morning and lied in bed for a while thinking. Did last night really happen? A talking statue of a squirrel? It was impossible. He kept looking at beer box near the kitchen. The Silver Squirrel had climbed back into his burrow of socks, under the beer box, when Thomas had gone to bed. Thomas kept waiting for the Silver Squirrel to emerge from the box but nothing happened. Finally Thomas rolled out of bed, started a cup of coffee, and kept staring at the box as he waited for it to brew. When it was done Thomas took his...

In Thomas’s Apartment

The outside world was far stranger than Squirrel could have possibly imagined. He peered over the side of the satchel and looked upon a dark world covered in stone. Thomas walked along a flat path of white stone. Tall, brick walls rose high into the night sky. And there were huge creatures with bright yellow eyes that traveled upon wide paths of sleek, black stone. There was not a single tree in sight. The outside world was brighter and louder then the bar. Flickering light from tall lamps illuminated the dark streets. The lamps buzzed and irritated Squirrel. The large creatures with bright eyes...

Meeting Thomas

In the heart of downtown Los Angeles, there was a speakeasy, called The Silver Squirrel, where exotic liquor was served and smoking of all types was permitted—cigars, cigarettes, but mostly joints. Wall lamps filled the bar with dim red light. Unique statues of squirrels were scattered throughout the entire bar. Some were large and others were small—all of them made of silver. In the furthest and darkest corner of the bar rested a special statue. The tarnished statue was the size of a real squirrel. His front paws were pulled close to his mouth and his tail curled behind him in...