A short novel-like story that my friend Isaac and I made back in 7th grade with all of our free time. There were some cool fonts, but that doesn't really matter. I know there are hints of plagiarism. It's about a power-hungry squirrel and a barn owl. The first chapter was written by Isaac, the second by me and it switches off every chapter. Enjo Chapter 1 Tam was not in any sense normal. He had a rather large white bushy tail, flaps of skin under his arms, and was covered in white fur. But then again, he was a squirrel. But for squirrels he was still odd. He lived in ALASKA man! He was a gliding squirrel, and had an urge to dominate the world. Most of the other squirrels from the tree said the cold and constant darkness addled his brain, but usually behind his back because he could tear them apart half asleep and with both paws tied behind his back. Right now, Tam was flexing his arms on one of the huge branches of the pine tree that the squirrel clan lived in. I gazed out at the place of many suns. At least, that’s what everybody in the clan called it. I was smart enough to figure out what it was on my own. It was obviously, a human colony. I didn’t even bother trying to glide over there. A huge barn owl kind of patrolled the area, and was an extreme hunter. I tried finding its home, and only succeeded in finding a foxhole, and the owner did not like being bothered. I looked around, and put on my night-vision contact lenses. Yeah that’s right. I stole a chemistry set from some human, and made my very own pair of night vision goggles! I also made a parachute for crash landings, and a poison dart gun. Okay, so maybe I have the brain capacity of a mega human genius, but who cares? I leapt off the branch and spread my arms wide. Suddenly, as I was flying, the huge barn owl attacked me, knocking me out cold… Chapter 2 “Aaaaaaaaaahsdfffffffaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttteedddsgggggg…” Ugh. Yet another night wasted in the confines of my bed, ergh, nest. Being a nocturnal barn owl, I can’t afford to waste the somewhat-precious 0-24 hours of night. Yes, I know it’s strange for an owl to live in Alaska, where the sun never sets in the summer, and never rises in the winter, but it is my living choice, OKAY? I don’t even bother flying south in the summer, and flying north is a big no-no, unless you’re insane, have a big, puffy feather coat, and hope your nerves aren’t working. Banrow is my name! Well not really. Being owls, we’re never given names at birth, but rather earn them through experience. This was too much work for me, and so I just made up my own name for myself, and everyone I know has been fine with it (even if it is only a dead rat I found in the sewer and a very disgruntled fox who lives in a hole underneath my second home; my tree). My main house is out on the farm near that other farm that has barn next to the silo where I live (a farm? In Alaska? It exists. Stop questioning me). But I spend almost all of my time during the night in a loft owned by some person dude who lives there. Sometimes he forgets to close the door to the apartments completely when he leaves so I swoop in and take advantage of some free food and heat until that (quite evil) Mrs. Swanson chases me out into the cold, bright world. It makes me shudder to even think about it. CATCH! I swooped down and picked up a rather stupid gliding squirrel. It went limp, and I knew I had easily knocked it out. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hah, what a stupid squirrel, it literally glided right into my claws.” Suddenly the squirrel woke up, like my voice was a trigger, and started screaming. “LET ME GO YOU BIG FAT OAF, OR I’LL SHOOT YOU!” I looked at him. “You’ll what?” The squirrel pulled out a very lethal looking dart gun and shot me three times. “Hah hah, hey stop it, that tickles!” The squirrel stopped shooting immediately. “Dang it, if you don’t get knocked out by my dart gun, I’ll just have to use this!” He pulled out another very lethal looking weapon. I stared at it. “Is that…a hand grenade?” I said, quite shocked. The squirrel yelled, “Yes it is! I would have used it to help me continue my world domination but I’ll use it to blow you up!!! Bwahahaha!” My already huge eyes grew to the size of car tires in shock. “Okay, okay! I wont kill you!” My mind was racing; this squirrel is INSANE! The squirrel grinned. “That’s…. sort of better. Now uhh…can you get me some food? I’m hungry.” Chapter 3 I looked at the very lofty silo. “Yes…yes. This is good. I can wire this place up, and then I can plug in all that satellite equipment I’ve been hoarding. We can also get a computer in here too!” Banrow looked at me. “Are you some sort of super crazy squirrel?” “No, I’m just a genius. Oh and uh, thanks for not eating me.” “Right…” I looked at the farmhouse. “I can steal the power generator from there, and a lot of wiring. I raised my arms and leapt up, the light breeze catching my “wings” and shooting me upwards to the top of the silo. I flew out the small opening and into the sky, where the breeze immediately stopped. “Uh oh.” I started to plummet, and then I pulled the parachute. I suddenly slowed down, and instead of roughly plummeting like a stone, I fell like, I don’t know, maybe a feather. CHAPTER 4 Man, this squirrel is freakin’ crazy. He just randomly took off with these wings and nearly killed himself trying to reach the newly named power generator. If he had asked, I could’ve easily told how strong the wind was going to be and how long it last. What’s even more is all this stuff about computers and satellites and generators and wires. I’ve never even seen most of this stuff, and he’s saying that he is a master at controlling them? I’m really starting to regret not killing this rodent-thing, I would’ve gotten some food out of it, and a lot less thinking on my brain. Flying over to his “secret lair.” I thought to myself, “How could someone not notice this?!” It was HUGE. Not just huge for a squirrel, I swear, an army of… well, anything could fit in this place comfortably. The inside was very flashy, and I nearly had a seizure when I flew in. Then, suddenly, the thought occurred to me, “How are we going to get this back to the silo?” I asked. The squirrel, apparently named Tam said that he had finished perfecting this robot that could descend and climb ropes. All we had to do was find some steelish-coiled rope, attach it to the barn and the lair, put the robot on, and it would automatically take stuff from the lair and bring it back to the silo. The problem is, before we could do that, we had to construct something in the silo that would hold all this stuff. I had my little perch on the side of the silo, (now long empty of grain, in fact, the whole farm was abandoned) but that couldn’t hold much more than me, Tam, and maybe some tiny wires. It was a perch for one, fortunately, or unfortunately. I was almost happy to receive the next command from Tam; he/she demanded his/her own perch in the silo, as far away from mine as possible, which, unfortunately, couldn’t be very far.