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By Joey Parker
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Jenkins exchanged a look with Bukowski that left no doubt as to their thoughts on his mental state. Pasquale simply smiled back in the way the experienced reserve for the young who think they know better.
“O-kay?” Jenkins voice managed to hide a hundred questions within that one word. “So, you want us to go in there and trap him in a pillowcase?”
“Yep.”
“But…” Jenkins stopped and looked to Bukowski for help.
“Sarge, isn’t there anyone else that’s better suited for something like this?”
“Sure there are but, you’re all I’ve got, so you’re what I’m going to use.” Pasquale patted Bukowski on the shoulder. “Don’t be scared. You’re both bigger and smarter than he is.”
The two rolled their eyes at one another and faced the door. Bukowski then rapidly opened it and rushed in with Jenkins right behind him.
Pasquale closed the door behind them and turned to face the nervous woman in the pink housecoat.
Both of them stood quietly as they listened to the sounds coming from behind the bedroom door. From what he could tell, Jenkins was directing the other to open the closet door.
There was a pause and then they heard a creak and loud bang as the closet door slammed against the bedroom wall.
“THERE HE IS! GRAB HIM!” Bukowski’s voice was surprisingly shrill for such a large man.
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” That was Jenkins. He sounded nervous.
Pasquale smiled reassuringly at Mrs. O’Neil, the tenant. “Don’t worry. They’re highly trained professionals.”
The sincerity in his voice was diminished by the large smile on his face and the sudden sound of agitated chittering coming from the bedroom. This was followed by a loud crash, the sound of breaking glass, and a grunt of pain.
“Everything is going perfectly to plan.” He reassured her. “Should be finished any time now.”
“GET OFF MY HAND, YOU IDIOT!” He made a mental note to speak to Jenkins about his lack of professionalism in high stress situations.
“THEN GET OUT OF MY WAY!” Bukowski also seemed to be losing his composure.
Apparently, they’d moved from the closet to the other side of the room as he heard the sound of a lamp being knocked over before something small bounced off the other side of the bedroom door.
The chittering had gotten more intense and seemed to be coming from every corner of the room at once.
“HE WENT OUT THE WINDOW!”
Mrs. O’Neil’s eyes had grown increasingly large in size as the noises from her bedroom had gotten more frantic so that now her face appeared to be about 80% cornea.
“I think I’ll just check to see how things are going.” Pasquale turned and slowly opened the door to the bedroom.
It looked like a small thermonuclear device had been set off in the area. The mattress was askew with the covers shoved off in the floor near the door. The far nightstand was tipped over and the light from a lamp could be seen flickering from the floor out of Pasquale’s sight. The mirror that had been hanging above the dresser had been knocked to the floor and broken shards told the tale of the breaking glass.
Jenkins was holding his right hand up to his chest and was glaring at Bukowski. Bukowski was in the process of pulling the pillowcase from over his head and returned a similar look to Jenkins. Both were out of breath and their uniforms, so neatly pressed moments before, were wrinkled and untucked.
Pasquale looked out the open window to the cause of the devastation. Sitting on a tree limb just outside was a small, bushytailed squirrel. He chittered one more time, as if to laugh at them, and disappeared up the tree.
The Bible warns us in Ephesians 6:12 that our battles are not with flesh and blood but against the spiritual forces of Satan working through this world. We should never face our days and the battles therein without arming ourselves with the proper tools and training. Without first seeking God’s wisdom, we will be unprepared for Satan and he’ll succeed in making us ineffective fools.
Arm yourself with the weapons of God and you won’t find yourself outnumbered by an angry squirrel in a closet.
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Neat little moral tucked in there at the end.
I couldn't help but comment on this very cleverly written line:
“O-kay?” Jenkins voice managed to hide a hundred questions within that one word.
That's awesome. :)
Congrats on blasting threw THREE EC's and on to the Masters!!! I'm slightly jealous. Haha!