Poor Squirrel
This is my first of many short stories on SoFurry. So no trolls please.
Dear Wolfe,
I wish you great turmoil and chaos for making me feel at home in your belly. You may think your mission is complete but it's far from over. I may just have to debrief you for your quick temper. You see it was that which had caused you to voraciously consume me as I ..hapless stand on the ground foraging for the winter season. This may have to be the end of my small string of notes for it is the end piece of my rope which will release me from that vat of acid you call a stomach. With this I bid you farewell and good riddance.
Your now free squirrel,
Chip
(with that the squirrel who's name was actually Chip heaved his rope up and over the gargantuan fangs of his captor and crawled to freedom)