Born To Be Wild

         No one consulted me, or asked my permission to erect this colossal tangle of wood right beneath my nest. For days my ears endured hammering, and this weird high-pitched whining. It set my teeth to chattering, it did. And the saw dust that was spewed into my home. It clung to my fur and scratched my eyes. I sneezed so hard I fell out of the tree. I did not ask for this!

          What are those creatures doing now? They're patting and slapping each other on the back. Their mouths gape open and their mouths never stop contorting. For some reason I cannot fathom, they are stomping and jumping on the wood. Is that whooping and hollering necessary? Make that infernal caterwauling stop. The lumber seems to be swaying and I can hear its thumping. Boom, boom. It's echoing. My tree limb is vibrating. I'm dizzy watching them spin round and round.

         Oh, fantastic. Now they are opening a great metal beast that spits flames and shoots foul smoke into the air. Gasp. Cough. I see glowing red eyes. Is that sizzling I hear? What is that charred smell?

         Enough of this nonsense. I have a mind to, well, give them a piece of my mind. What makes them think they can get away with this? They invaded my turf. I was here first and minding my own business. I never dreamed of erecting monstrosities near the abodes of others. I have never caroused like they seem to be doing. No one could claim my home is threatening. I reside in a tree far away from trouble , or so I thought. I feel like confronting these inconsiderate invaders.

         There is one major problem with my plan. To negotiate I must approach them. I'm not sure I have the nerve, or is it verve? I should think displaying politeness and manners would be preferable to charging into a possible fray with my fur up and teeth bared. I do not wish to ruffle any feathers if it can be avoided. Should I proffer a peace offering, a wee gift?

         Okay, I have submitted to a quick grooming and my fur is glowing. I do not believe I appear to be frightening. I'm just a humble tree dweller, right?

         I descend down to the platform and sit up on my haunches. I want to seem more significant in size than I am in reality. I arc my plume of a tail behind me and settle the chestnuts at my feet. Do they dine upon nuts? I really did not want to shout, but needs must. I hollered a greeting and it was ignored. I sidled over to a group next to an opening similar to the hole into my nest. Several of the noise makers screamed and threw their drinks at me. I will admit to being startled. I reacted, okay?

         I balled my claws into fists and I waved them over my head. I stomped my feet repeatedly to emphasize my position. I directed a long stream of squirrel invectives at them. I never saw the long stick until it knocked me onto the hard ground. What could I do? I shook myself off and hightailed it for the safety of my tree.

         All of this preceded my campaign of constant harassment. Born to be wild? I'd show them what that meant. It's a good thing this tree supplies me with unlimited chestnuts. It's kind of fine lobbing them at the strangers. They've learned just how sharp the barbs can be. (590 words) ( Musically Challenged Prompt 21 AND Fantasy Prompt 32)