Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I -- I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

-Robert Frost







Christmas had been a
success for Stockton Dupres.
He returned to Kentucky, to bask
in the glory of a hero.

"How wonderful!" Santa had said to him.
"That you would be so
generous to your enemies
during this great season of peace."







Okay, Dupres knew Santa was a ninny. But who cared?
He had felt like a juvenile again as he contemplated the
excitement of giving …to the squirrel hunters!

Dupres had found a way to give the best gift of all.
An opportunity to see things through the eyes of another.
Through the miracle of fairy dust, he had arranged for several hundred
squirrel hunters in Kentucky to trade places with squirrels for a month.
It had come in a box, with a neat bow on the top.
It was the most beautiful present under the tree,
fending off all competition.
And within 24 hours after opening the
seemingly empty box, the hunters had changed,
painlessly but knowingly, into squirrels.

Dupres was invited to dine in the most notorious
of squirrel hunting households.
With the wives, children, elderly parents, etc.
of the squirrel hunters.
For the new masters of the homes were
none other than members of his
own rebel army, in the bodies of squirrel hunters.


Family members watched in amazement
and sometimes in horror,
as their husbands or Fathers cracked nuts
at the dining table for a squirrel!

Another hunter and friend to one
of the changed squirrel hunters,
was very disturbed by the new attitude.
He could not understand how his friend
had become so fond of squirrels.
He became distrustful of everyone for he feared mind control above all else.
He sent his family to live with relatives and quit his job.
Refusing to sleep in his own home, he stands outside 24/7,
poised to defend himself from the squirrels.

Meanwhile, the real hunters hide in the forests.
Unable to distinguish friend from foe in their new skins.
They have to hide from their human comrades who now hunt them.
And they are too afraid of other squirrels to come forward.
If that isn't enough, nearly all are having withdrawal problems
from their new alcohol and tobacco-free diets.






To be continued . . .





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