"Rigamortis had set in. I prodded the lifeless form, missing most it's fur, with a stick, four feet or so long.

            "Gross" Scott said. We all nodded in agreement.

            The squirrel must have died from natural causes. It's body, though flat and stiff, did not appear to have been hit by a train. Bacteria and fungus had decomposed most of its face and body, leaving spotted areas of crusty red blood where fur had been eaten away. A black, hardened eye, seemingly elevated out of its socket, focused on nothing." 

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