The Golden Getaway

"They told me I was nuts. Said one squirrel couldn’t crack the Acorn Reserve’s triple-vaulted defense grid. But here I am—tail fluffed, sack full, and not a clawprint left behind.

They built this place to keep out predators. But they forgot about persistence. They forgot about shadows. They forgot about... me.

These aren't just acorns. They're revenge in gold form. Every shiny kernel a reminder of every winter I spent cold, forgotten, laughed at. They had the trees, the birdfeeders, the picnic baskets. All I had was a dream...

But dreams ferment. They sharpen. And eventually—they bite back.

Tell the forest: the era of handouts is over. From now on, the nuts come to me."