Family Dreamin'

I'm back home in Nashville. The next thing I know, my brother tells me he has to kill someone. He wasn't angry or anything, he acted as if he were told to cut the grass, he doesn't really want to do it. Although, there was a hint in his voice that told me he was serious.

As I followed him through the house, he repeated "I have to kill someone" a couple more times. The development was getting interesting when I saw a knife in my brother's hand. Not a small butter knife, but a big knife you would use to cut a watermelon. My brother was really about to kill someone.

We walked through the back door and let up the garage door, I was beginning to wonder who my brother was about to kill. It couldn't have been any of the neighbors, or could it?

As the garage door creaked up, I could see thick rain splattering on the ground and flowing down the hill. Back home there are woods behind our house... deep and tall in the shady night... at least in my dream they were. Looking into the branches of the trees, there was movement that startled me to attention. Things were frantically moving around in the trees. There were thousands of squirrels.. Some were wet and shivering in the cold rain, others running around, hopping from tree to tree (To explain, rain makes them move into the trees. I guess its what squirrels do). The trees were infested with squirrels.

I asked my brother, "What are we looking for?"

He says, "Help me find one that looks weird. I have to kill that one."

Overwhelmed at the sight of all these squirrels, I looked around. Turning to the right, a squirrel that looked different than the others emerged. Squinting through the darkness and rain, I saw the squirrel was exactly what it should look like except for one thing, his back legs were shrunken. I believe it was some kind of mutation.
This squirrel began walking across a branch to the left. While it walked, it's back legs were kicking and pushing with all their might just to keep up with the front (Maybe it was my Aunt Sharon that asked my brother to kill the squirrel. She likes animals so much she shows more love to them than her own children. I guess she felt so bad for the deformed squirrel she wanted it dead).

I slightly felt sorry for the poor thing, it was living a sad life. My brother was right, we have to kill it. Since those back legs were so small it should be easy, I didn't think it
would be able to run too fast. Steve raised his knife and began to run after the deformed squirrel as fast as he could (Note my brother is pretty athletic and fast). He somehow ran it out of the trees and onto the land.

He chased and chased, but the squirrel's front legs were all it needed to keep it's distance. My brother never got close. They ran in a wide circle and the squirrel ended back up in the trees. By this time, my brother didn't want to be bothered doing this crap.
Soon afterwards he was driving me around, then called someone on his phone with the good news. I don't think he would be going after the squirrel any more...