Lenore flicked the lights, thwapping her seven tails against the earth. She sat down after a few minutes, sniffing the tree in front of har and glancing up to its top. A squirrel chattered down at Lenore from a branch. When she didn’t move, the pesky thing actually lobbed an acorn down at her face! She leaned to the side, prompting more vicious chattering from the squirrel. Briefly, Lenore considered making it lunch. But she really wasn’t hungry.
She simply stared at the squirrel. After a bit, it faded into the leaves, incentivized by Lenore flashing the light in the area in a rather unnatural way. She giggled a bit, watching it scamper up the trunk.

“In the night, the stormy night.”