An incident started in the forgettery. Everyone was horrified by the decapitation of the squirrel in the outer yard. When the demagogue of the group tried to lend some calm to the situation, even he couldn’t stop the hell Martha created.
The squirrel’s demise occurred in the external premises of the garden, emitting a disagreeable effect in a usually calm atmosphere.
It was the month of June, flowers in abundance, everything was relaxed. Then a loud pop and the facility’s pet, Martha the cat, flung the squirrel’s head over the mesh fenced enclosure straight into the garden and in view of the occupants.
I doubt anyone will be forgetting that anytime soon.