A leaf fell from the sky, spiraling down, and hit me on the head. I saw it right before it struck, a flash of orange and red, but it was too late. I passed out and had some crazy dreams.
The squirrels surrounded me, splashed puddle water on my face to wake me up, and carried me off to a tree hole that turned out to be quite the party pad. Martini bar, live jazz. Those squirrels really know how to get through winter in style.
Then they tied me up and cracked acorns on my belly. They fed me gin and tickled my feet. The wind began to howl and they wrapped me up in a big down blanket and gave me hot toddies with honey and ginger and put me in bed.
All that tickling made me tired. It felt so good to give in to the weariness, close my eyes, and fall asleep surrounded by acorn caps, fur and singing (showtunes mostly).
And when I woke up, it was spring.