{"id":504,"date":"2012-07-05T10:46:04","date_gmt":"2012-07-05T15:46:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/?p=504"},"modified":"2012-07-05T10:46:04","modified_gmt":"2012-07-05T15:46:04","slug":"the-further-adventures-of-cyril","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/?p=504","title":{"rendered":"The Further Adventures of Cyril"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_508\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-508\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-508\" title=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/cyril-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/cyril-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/cyril-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/cyril.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-508\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Cyril plots his revenge<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Cyril crouched in his nest at the back of the mailbox, plotting his next move.\u00a0 Four times now, he had been swept from his new home by a stick, and four times he had returned.\u00a0 The last few times, his tormentor had tried to trap him in a cardboard box, but he had escaped each time, either by leaping to one side of the box and scurrying off into the underbrush, or simply spring free of the box with his tiny, powerful legs.<\/p>\n<p>Thus far, his revenge for these insults had been limited to chewing on the roots of new trees that he&#8217;d found planted near the mailbox.\u00a0 The vicious hound that patrolled the area between the<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_509\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-509\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-509\" title=\"EllieOnTableCrop\" src=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/EllieOnTableCrop-300x281.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"281\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/EllieOnTableCrop-300x281.jpg 300w, https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/07\/EllieOnTableCrop.jpg 610w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-509\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The vicious rodent hound on patrol<\/p><\/div>\n<p>mailbox and the garage had kept him from sabotaging the pickup truck as he&#8217;d intended.\u00a0 But now he thought he&#8217;d devised a way to work his way around the cunning beast.\u00a0 His friend Bob the groundhog had offered to guide him around the long route of the driveway, in return for some chewed-up pieces of mortgage payments.\u00a0 The only question now was whether he should chew through the brake lines first, or go to work on air conditioning first to lengthen his vengeance.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, the door to the mailbox opened.\u00a0 Cyril readied himself to leap to safety, but a hand, clad in tough cow-hide, grasped him and hurled him into a container.\u00a0 For a moment, he panicked, then as everything went dark, he realized that the smell of cat litter did not presage the appearance of his old enemy.<\/p>\n<p>There were a series of strange noises, and Cyril suddenly realized that he was moving.\u00a0 For a time, the bumping and shaking continued, then it ceased, and Cyril crouched, waiting to make a bid for freedom.\u00a0 He sprang free at the first glimpse of sunlight,then stopped, looking around.\u00a0 The landscape was unfamiliar; there were no cows to be seen for one thing.\u00a0 As the truck pulled away, he sat up on his hind legs and looked around for a new mailbox.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cyril crouched in his nest at the back of the mailbox, plotting his next move.\u00a0 Four times now, he had been swept from his new home by a stick, and four times he had returned.\u00a0 The last few times, his tormentor had tried to trap him in a cardboard box, but he had escaped each [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-504","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general-writing-things"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/504","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=504"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/504\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bluecandlesociety.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}