Gather round, I have a story.
When I was little, my family took me and my sister to the Grand Canyon. I didn't care so much about it cuz I was like, 7 or 8 or something and all I cared about was getting back inside before the sun gave my ginger ass a heaping load of skin cancer. But as we were checking out the canyon, there were three teenage girls sitting on a bench under a tree eating Double-Stuf Oreos out of the pack.
A squirrel skittered out from the edge of the canyon and over to the girls, eyeing the Oreos.One of the girls extended her arm to offer the squirrel an Oreo.
Now, the thing with squirrels at the Grand Canyon is, they have balls. I mean, obviously the males do, but they were gutsy little things. So the squirrel jumped up onto the girls lap, stole the package of Oreos (which was still 3/4 full, mind you) and dashed away. The girls didn't really know how to react so they just kinda froze up in place.
And that is all that I remember about the Grand Canyon.
When I was little, my family took me and my sister to the Grand Canyon. I didn't care so much about it cuz I was like, 7 or 8 or something and all I cared about was getting back inside before the sun gave my ginger ass a heaping load of skin cancer. But as we were checking out the canyon, there were three teenage girls sitting on a bench under a tree eating Double-Stuf Oreos out of the pack.
A squirrel skittered out from the edge of the canyon and over to the girls, eyeing the Oreos.One of the girls extended her arm to offer the squirrel an Oreo.
Now, the thing with squirrels at the Grand Canyon is, they have balls. I mean, obviously the males do, but they were gutsy little things. So the squirrel jumped up onto the girls lap, stole the package of Oreos (which was still 3/4 full, mind you) and dashed away. The girls didn't really know how to react so they just kinda froze up in place.
And that is all that I remember about the Grand Canyon.