The Pitter Patter of Little Feet

My father use to scream at us kids, "Knock it off up there.  Stop the jumping around."  I really don't know what we were doing.  There wasn't much room upstairs to jump around. And why couldn't we just have fun?

Friday night Richard and I were getting ready to fall asleep and having set up our bedroom in the livingroom for the time being are kind of up against the chimney.  Obviously there was somthing living in there and my guess is squirrels.  They were chattering away.  It was actually cute and since the flu was closed, we had no worry of them getting in.  Eventually we'd get around to removing them.

Next night instead of chattering, we heard the pounding of footsteps.  Like those dang squirrels were playing basketball--boom, boom, boom across the floor.  "Knock it off up there!"