Tale of the Weasel

A Weasel Tale by Alison Wong

I once heard an old folklore about one particular slippery weasel that mysteriously went missing and was never to be seen again.
It was in a spooky old building way out east. The weasel was minding his own business, just trying to set up camp. Just as he was getting the lay of the land, he got too curious and went a little too far.
All of a sudden… VOOOM!
He fell hundreds of feet down a tiny black hole. He tried desperately to find his way out, wiggling, squirming, and rolling all over through the narrow, dusty and cobweb ridden spaces. The poor weasel tried for many days and nights to get out. The rest of the weasels stayed at that camp for about a month, hoping and praying the little one would find his way back until the pack had no choice but to pack up and leave.
We suspect that little weasel wiggled himself to death. He sacrificed his life but the rest of the weasels lived happily at camp for one long beautiful month.