/||\        -----------------------------------------
       / || \            Starfleet Command, Second Fleet
      /  ||  \             U.S.S. Coronado,  NCC-63100
   .-/   ||   \-.        Captain Brian Aldur, Commanding
   ./    ||    \.   -----------------------------------------
   .-_-. || .-_-.              Simulation Teaser
   .-_  \||/  _-.

 ____________________________________________________________________________
/ Simulation Teaser                                                          |
/ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ

 When the squirrel awoke, it was with a terrified start.  The golden tabby
 sat on the table and eyed the caged squirrel with sleepy interest. 
 Rocketing to the far side of its cage, the squirrel panted miserably, not
 certain which was worse: the grim possibilities inherent in the cat's
 white teeth or the aching reality of his own imprisonment.  The cage, he
 decided wretchedly.

 "You certainly sleep a lot, squirrel," the cat muttered.  "And your sleep
 is restless.  What troubles you?"

 "Dreams," the squirrel sighed.

 The cat cocked his head.  "Dreams?"

 "Yes, dreams," the squirrel replied.  "And squirrels aren't supposed to
 dream.  I know that.  I know that because I'm a squirrel.  But I still
 dream."

 "And yet," the cat replied, "you wear nothing."  It was only then that the
 squirrel noted that the cat wore a golden chain clasped around its neck.

 "Tell me, squirrel," the cat said, voice gaining strength, "when do you
 think he'll feed us again?"

 "Oh, soon, soon, I'm sure!" the squirrel chattered.  "Very soon.  But I
 can't imagine you're still hungry.  You ate two mice only a little while
 ago..."  The squirrel winced, mind filled with the pitiful crunch of
 little mousy bones.  He didn't like to think about the mice or their
 helpless scurrying.  The squirrel wondered whether the cage would hold if
 the tabby decided to knock it from the table.

 The cat only purred again, the sigh of one who had decided it best to save
 a tasty snack for later.  He dropped to the floor and went to preen in a
 splash of golden winter sunshine on the other side of the room.  He
 looked up at the squirrel to yawn and grin.

 The grin was deadly and dark and very confident.

\____________________________________________________________________________
\ End Simulation Teaser                                                      |
 ŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻŻ

----------
Ross Glenn aka Jester
Captain Brian Aldur, U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-63100
http://www.ussrenegade.com/coro2400/