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That Damn Squirrel
I woke up thinking about how minor things make the difference in this world. Everyone likes a person who recycles his plastic bottles, everyone likes a person who picks up dogs from the street. Everyone likes a person who even cares about making something to help other people. I looked through the window and saw Mr. Turner walking with her German shepherd across the street. He doesn’t speak to me unless it is really necessary since that little incident. In fact, that is one of the reasons many people in the neighborhood won’t speak to me. I don’t understand. How could I ever know that a cigarette butt would destroy the entire Turner Mansion? Besides, I threw it in the sidewalk and it rolled over there. I prepared my coffee and closed my suitcase. I walked outside the door and slowly approached to my car when I heard this annoying giggling. It was this little girl chasing what it seemed to be a squirrel. They were both running in the middle of the street and hopefully there were no cars around. I looked the squirrel carefully as it was going directly to the street sewer, I instantly thought something bad would happen. Either the squirrel runs directly to it, or he jumps the sewer and survives. I got closer when the girl screamed standing in front of the sewer looking down with her hands on her face, the little squirrel was trapped in there. I thought that the kid could have felt guilty for what had happened, she was just playing around and suddenly she was crying. That was it. I could help. While the girl runs away, I stepped back home to get some gloves and a blanket to save the squirrel. All I could think is that I will no longer be the bad guy, I could be a person. I ran outside and crossed the street trying to get through the sewer when the honk of a car stopped me; I turned my head and there was this car losing control because of me. How stupid am I? The car dodged me and unfortunately couldn’t handle the steering wheel to get away from the electric post. I saw the car and my mind was filled with the memory of a monster truck making its wheels going crazy over a stadium, obviously this was a different situation because there was now an injured person inside the car. I wanted to run directly to this car to make sure the guy was okay, but my eyes were caught by the electric post moving slowly and falling directly into the enormous reconstructed Turner Mansion. It was like destiny was making fun me at that moment, it was ridiculous. The electric post smashed half of Mr. Turner’s property, hopefully he wasn’t inside when this happened. Mr. Turner’s car was barely touched by the post, but the impact made the car move itself back stopping right in the middle of the street because of another car crashing with it. It took only 5 seconds to multiply that car by three. I was just standing and watching everything, trying to figure out whether it was my fault or not. It totally was, but I tried to find something to say in case someone asks. I wanted to call an ambulance when I saw it coming already with a fire truck behind. Apparently the mansion was burning again, how convenient. I didn’t know what to do, I freaked out when I turned my head and saw Mr. Turner looking at his house with his eyes wide opened. I wondered if it would help to say something like “I’m sorry”, but I didn’t know so I decided just to tap his shoulder. Thereupon, to my surprise, Mr. Turned immediately fell to the ground with one hand in his chest. The paramedics asked me to step back as they got closer to him just to confirm it was a heart attack. I looked out of the corner of my eye the sewer where the squirrel was. The closer I was getting to it, I started thinking about the recent events. How is it possible that trying to do something good for others could end into a slippery slope? I looked through the sewer just to realize the little fellow wasn’t there anymore, and it could’ve been gone by the moment I got out of the house. None of this would have happen if it wasn’t for that damn squirrel.
