Breakfast Brigands

I sat down to milk before I put down the buffet...big mistake.  A small mob of mice gathered, fixing me with accusing eyes.  Then the squirrels arrived, and were not content to sit quietly.  "Lady!  Hey, Lady...how about a little service here!"  Not wanting a riot to break out, I moved the bucket away from hooves and rushed to accommodate so I could finish milking in peace.  I was remembering when I was taking classes at Sacramento City College.  Campus parking was at a premium (as it seems to be at every college I've attended), but if one timed it just right, an open spot could be found across the street at South Land Park.  Park squirrels hid in ambush and would rush out to confront the unsuspecting students.  I have actually had them stand on my shoe, telling me in no uncertain terms that I'd better pay up or there would be consequences.  I took to carrying bags of graham crackers in my pockets so I could avoid a mini-mugging and get to class on time.  Once a sucker, always a sucker.