Rambunctious – The Monksville Chronicles #104

I was trollin’ in the dark for walleye, it was probably 9:30 at night. As I was passing by Dino Island, I saw something moving in the water and thought it was a muskrat. When I passed the thing it didn’t go down, which was strange because usually muskrats will go underwater if you get too close. A few minutes later I noticed it again and said, “I’m gonna see what the heck that is.”

So I turn the boat and putt-putt over but I still wasn’t sure what it was, so I grabbed one of my nets and scooped it out of the water. When I got the little bugger untangled; I was like, “Oh! That’s a flying squirrel!” A flying squirrel swimmin’ – not something you see every day.

Once I got him into the boat, I wrapped him in a towel and tucked him into my sweatshirt to dry him off and warm him up. Then I fished for another hour with my new buddy, but then he started to get a bit rambunctious, so I pulled up to the shoreline and tried getting him to climb up a tree, but he was having none of that. He was quite comfortable in his little cocoon. So I took him back to the boat, left him in my sweatshirt as I fished, and around one in the morning I got home. He spent the night in a cardboard box eating trail mix. The next morning we released him into the backyard. Haven’t seen him since.

– M.W.


This has been the fourth story from the first appendix of the book The Monksville Chronicles. Here is everything you need to know about it:

The Monksville Chronicles

I’ve written a few other books, too. Click here to see the list.

If you’re there, hypothetical reader, thank you for being there. From this day on, we move forever forward~

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