A long, long time ago, a prophecy was created that on a very special Friday the thirteenth, something incredibly horrible would occur: A squirrel would die a brutal death as a sacrifice. It would be known this day would soon arrive the day a purple squirrel was born. And then, Sammie was born, purple and all. Her parents loved her dearly, so they hid her. The charade could only last so long, and when the squirrel reinforcements found out, they were severely punished. So, unbeknownst to Sammie, she lived her life waiting for that day in her tree, for a new family and life.
Nine years later, Arnold moved in with his family and they began renovating, nearly cutting down Sammie's tree. When Arnold discovered the tree housed Sammie, it merely made him wish for it more, as he held a grudge against squirrels. One had attacked his younger brother and he was never the same since; however, his daughter, Elya loved the squirrel, so he let it live in peace, at least for a little while.
Hours turned to days, days to weeks, and weeks to months. Every passing second, Arnold's hatred for Sammie grew. No matter what he did with his family, Sammie was always there. Slowly but surely Arnold forgot the promise he made his children, Louis, Henry, and Elya, to Elya most of all. it irked him to no end but Arnold kept his word, for his promise was that he would not harm Sammie. Nevertheless he began a battle between him and the squirrel, which gradually became a full fledged war between the two, and the children didn't know who to root for, or even who would win.
One day, three months into all the fighting, Sammie, bruised, beaten and battered warily met Arnold. She was frightened, but still trudged on to the spot of agreement. At first, the event was a mere fisticuff, but things took a turn for the worst when Arnold pulled a knife. Sammie immediately surrendered and peacefully went along with him. Neither of them knew, Every other squirrel was there, watching the scene, unsure as to what would happen next.
As mentioned before, Sammie left peacefully with Arnold, who, figured this would happen and actually didn't want blood on his hands, called his brother, Erik who immediately rushed down. Arnold took Sammie to the waiting place and they sat patiently through the night. At 10:00 the next morning, Erik came. Arnold felt slight pity at the sight, but still, spitefully, trudged away from the scene that was bound to occur. Right before he left, to mask his sympathy, Arnold through a gibe at Sammie, ultimately knowing her fate.
Letting out all of his rage, Erik took his time torturing Sammie, until finally, at night, he impaled her, after fustigation. The sacrifice had been made that night of Friday the thirteenth, so the squirrels that sat back and watched attacked him. That night, both he and Sammie passed on to the great beyond and Arnold found Erik the next morning, dead and clawed through. With the slightest of smiles, he darkly muttered "I HATE SQUIRRELS!"