Harry’s dream bothered him. He never really thought about his own cache being stolen. He never buried it like others. His cache was always where he could see it. Unfortunately, this left him open and vulnerable if anyone ever entered his den. He tried to figure out what to do. He didn’t want to bury his cache, others would find it, just like he found their stashes. He couldn’t leave it open in the den because it was too accessible. The last thing he wanted was strange hands on his nuts. What was he to do?
For the first time, he felt uncomfortable in his own home and he didn't like it. What if they had followed him? How would he know? He had done recon on them and let’s face it, he was caught off guard by their capabilities. He had no idea they had been watching so well that they could end up chasing him. They seemed more organized than he first thought, and were clearly ready to defend what they possessed. He only had himself, but he had a cache to rival any other. He had to protect what he had stolen. It was his now and no longer for the taking.
For days he pondered what to do. While leaving the trunk of the tree, Harry’s tail got caught on the same small root. As he unraveled his tail, it hit him. He didn’t need to bury his cache outside and it didn’t have to stay open in his den. He could bury his cache “under” the tree.
This has been his home. He knew every inch of this tree. He knew how strong the roots were. He knew how to use the roots to his advantage. The opening to Harry’s tree was wide. He liked this because it allowed for him to enter and scurry quickly to the top with his sacks, without needing to squeeze through. This luxury for Harry has now become a liability.
Harry grabbed his hoe and slowly began to dig little trenches so that he could store his nuts in small caches. He didn’t want to dig large holes because it left too much of his cache in one hole. The work was tedious. Harry turned on his radio to listen to some music while he did his hoeing. He hoped the time would pass a little more quickly this way.
As the music played a lyric caught his attention. He quickly turned and looked at the radio quizzically. Did they just say "hoe on a leash?", Harry asked himself. "What in the world does that mean?" Harry looked down at the hoe in his hand and still couldn't figure it out!
He went and grabbed a leash, attached it to the end of his hoe, stared in the mirror looking at himself. Slowly he started to grin. "Now I get it!" he thought. "Sometimes you just gotta take control!", he laughed.
Harry was now emboldened to come up with a new plan to take back the nuts from those little thieves that had stolen what he had stolen! He'd get his nut sack back, and those fools in that little town would pay!
"Sometimes you just gotta take control..." ~Harry Nutz
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