Squirrel Story

I wonder what would happen if I tried to create a story and just kept continuing it or made a different one each time... Hopefully it turns out okay seeing how the blog's. I kind of feel like doing a children's story with an unhappy ending that's slightly disturbing like the Grimm Brothers. Those fairytales in their original forms were pretty gross/not for children. Like in Cinderella with the step sisters cutting off toes and heels to fit into the glass shoe and the birds pecking out the step sisters' eyes in the end. I think I'll do something that's not that disturbing, but just sad.

Even through his dreams he felt the deep vibration. It was coming. Sammy Squirrel snapped his eyes open and sniffed the harsh spring air. The sun hung low in the sky and as he unfurled his bushy tail, he shivered. The frosted branch under his toes hurt. He had to leave his tree to find food otherwise the squirrels would steal the best nuts and seeds. But, it was coming. He could hear its faint screech. He had to go; he couldn't move. His breathing sped up, his pupils dilated. "Go now! Go now!" cried a voice in his head. He stared in horror as he viewed other squirrels flocking around the hazelnut tree across the tracks. Wait any longer and he wouldn't eat. Honk Honk! He could see its steel grotesque. His peanut brain's fight or flight response came, and in that moment, he raced across the tracks. HONK. As he fell into the gaze of its blinding eyes, he became disorientated and fell over. He knew it was over and squeezed his eyes close. The conductor saw the skinny gray squirrel limp ahead and threw on the brakes. The train screamed in protestation but couldn't stop in time. When he felt a slight bump, he knew the squirrel was dead. "Stupid frickin' squirrels," he muttered.