A rich gentleman moves to a small southern town and everyone wants to know why he has a shed full of squirrels. The four Sparks sisters befriend the wealthy bachelor and the fun begins. In the midst of squirrel capers, the congregants of Faith of Our Fathers Baptist Church realize that the doom and gloom of the days they live in will lead to either a home in glory or eternal darkness.
Advance orders are being taken for anyone interested in reading this funny and yet spiritually deep story. The book is 160 pages, cost is $12 plus shipping if you are not local to Seguin, Texas.
Here is a little preview to whet your interest....
From the opening chapter:
A large grey squirrel stared at a pile of sparkling rings and earrings, unsure of which one to choose. The squirrel was sitting on the surface of a honey-gold desk, piled with books, papers, a couple of pens and a treasure trove of jewelry. While it’s tail jerked back and forth every few seconds, it edged closer to the jewels, until it was close enough to stretch out its front paw to move one of the rings. Finally, it grabbed a magnificent emerald cut diamond ring encrusted with deep blue sapphires and stuffed it in its pouch. In a flash, it jumped off the desk and ran out of the room.
Theodore Lancaster III grinned as he clicked the button on his stop-watch. SQ-22, or Barney, as Reginald had named him, had beaten his previous training time of three minutes and twenty-nine
seconds by almost a whole minute. It wouldn’t be long before Barney was ready for the big time. Theo followed the squirrel, which was trained to return to the special shed that had been built adjacent to the garage.
Reginald, his long-time butler, personal assistant, and chief squirrel technician, met him as he entered the darkened shed. “He won’t give me the jewels, sir.” Reginald rolled his eyes and cocked his head toward the squirrel sitting on top the opened cage.
“For goodness sake, Reggie, just open his mouth, reach in and take it.” Theo grinned. He knew how much Reginald loathed the squirrels. Reginald was a very proper British butler, from a long line of butlers, and he would have left Theodore long ago, but he was almost eighty years old, and Theo paid him very well. And, he admitted when asked, he enjoyed life with his boss.
Without waiting for a reply, Theodore put on a pair of heavy work gloves and picked up the squirrel. Pinching the squirrel’s nostrils shut forced the animal to open his mouth just wide enough for Theo to stick a finger in. Once that was done, it was easy to retrieve the ring.
He gave his butler a look that seemed to say, “See how easy that was?”
Reginald muttered a few choice words as he grabbed the now empty squirrel. The little varmit wasn’t going to get any extra treats for this job. Not if he had anything to say about it. That’ll teach him, Reginald thought with a grunt of satisfaction. He shoved SQ-22 back into the cage, secured the opening, and wiped his hands on his white lab apron.
Theodore and Reginald had been working with squirrels for several years, now. They had started with a batch of retired military squirrels that had been used for covert missions to spy and gather intel in far away places, but the project had been disbanded when the Iranian government had publicly accused the United States of sending a group of fourteen spy squirrels to Tehran in the summer of 2007. The spy squirrels were never returned to the United States, and the remaining squirrels in the project had been adopted by Theodore. They were all dead now, after serving their country with honor, and they were buried in a deep hole on the other side of the peach trees.
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