Pass The Ammo

As I was talking to Carrie Ann on my phone, one drizzley afternoon, I was continueously interrupted by a blasted communist squirrel. I cannot provide factorial evidence of his allegiance to the Red Party, but he was sporting some suspicous communist apparel as well as packing an AK-47. Walking across the wet lawn in my socks, scanning the trees for the red scum, I chat casually with Carrie Ann on the cellphone (hi-tech redneck). When back by the shooting range, I heard TurboChief holler “Rabbit”. So I walk around the bush line, and arrive just in time to see this big mangy varmint makin’ his way back behind the rocks. Thats when I pop the wascally wabbit.