Didymus was a bit surprised when Ambrosius came to a stop on the other side of the line and ... nothing happened. At least to start with. But then, the very ground seemed to come alive, as several small brown bodies with bushy tails held aloft swarmed them in a rush.
The aroma wasn't quite what he'd expected, but as squirrel had always been one of his favorite meals, Didymus immediately leaped from Ambrosius's back, lance at the ready, and a growl escaping his muzzle. His mouth was already watering.
He planned to bash them all over their little heads, skewer them on his lance, carry their carcasses back to the hotel, and feast this eve to the point of gluttony. Except whenever he made to hit one, the squirrel somehow managed to avoid the blow.