All she had to do was fly as fast as she could and avoid flying squirrels. Yes. She knew that. Although she much preferred to see squirrels where they belonged, in forests, not chasing them around.

But... something interrupted her from her reverie... as it grabbed her sleeve... and firmly helf onto it. She straightened her back to make the broom slow down, and turned around to see... A SQUIRREL ON HER SLEEVE.

"Getoffgetoffgetoff!" She shrieked, hysterically waving her hand in the air, but quickly grabbed the broom handle as she was about to lose her balance. "GET OFF!" She repeated, this time speeding and hoping it would leaver her alone.

But it didn't.