Why won't these squirrels just leave me alone, Jezzabelle thought to herself as the looped around the pitch with three squirrels riding on the back end of her broom. Another one came flying at her face so she pointed her broom downward to avoid it. However, she managed to get one attached to her back. She jerked her broom upward hoping they would all fall off and fly off, but the one on her back clung to her shirt. Leveling out she flew in a really fast circle trying to remove the squirrel but only ended up making herself dizzy. "Just let go of me," she said shaking her entire body which really didn't help maintain her balance on the broom. She neared a tree and stopped beside it. "Get off." Her temper rising. She felt it leave and she raced off away.