Silvia flew as fast as her flying experience would allow her to while still being able to maintain control over the broom. She zigzagged around, hoping it would cause the squirrel to lose its grip. She flew higher, then lower, trying to shake it off by making her turns a bit more abrupt than she normally would otherwise. But when she turned around to look behind her again, the squirrel was still there, still holding on as if her attempts to throw him off hadn't fazed him at all. Great, she thought, these squirrels must do this for a living.