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The nut pirates tried to mug me this morning. The pine grove at the park is the squirrels' version of a back alley. Unsuspecting walkers are often waylaid here for their valuables, meaning peanuts. The furry addicts will ignore any dog that may be present while actually climbing people's legs to root through their coat pockets! I normally keep an eye out whenever walking through the grove. This morning, though, I was deep in thought as I wandered into its shadowy depths. Upon realizing where I was, I glanced around. I found myself surrounded by six squirrels closing in fast. Suddenly the image of me using martial arts to fight off the squirrels flashed through my strange mind. I burst out laughing. I have a loud belly laugh, thanks to my overdeveloped sense of humor. The startled criminal rodents stopped in their tracks. I struck a dramatic karate pose for a moment before walking onward, my laughter echoing in the grove. I crack myself up.