A tender offering

I have to get this down while I remember it.

So I'm walking Charlie. He's bounding at the end of the leash. He stops to sniff something by an electric pole. I am thinking of what I am going to say in a letter reply to Vanessa's brother. Mind wandering. My canine companion and I continue our trip, and a little boy comes around the corner of the house to our right.

"Hey! Can I give your dog this dead squirrel?"

I wish I had this on video or someone else had been here to see it, because I don't know if this will translate, but for some reason it's the funniest thing I've heard in a long time.

The three-footer exclaimed this while in fact holding up said squirrel, apparently in some stage of rigor mortis, by the tail with one hand. This was a perfectly normal, healthy looking boy with a nice haircut and a nondescript bright pastel blue button up shirt. No future serial killer thing, I am confident he did not kill the squirrel, he simply found it as young boys do. I nicely explained that I tried to limit my dog's handling of possibly long-dead mammals as we continued on our way.

For some reason as I walked on this made me realize more than ever that though it will always be a very dear place to me, my inner self has long since left Smallville for Metropolis.

UPDATE: The unanimous vote on which movie to watch first: Star Wars. That's nine votes so far, with one text that said "Jurassic Park if you have surround sound, maybe Indy..." so... I guess it's Star Wars unless there's a grass roots movement for Steel Magnolias or My Dinner With Andre.