The Tail of Squirrel Nutkin

When I was a toddler, I lived in a tiny blue house on a red dirt road between dead man's curve of Silver Star Road and a trailer park. There were many adventures, mostly involving fire, weird southern shut-ins, and fire. However, there was one scar, one unbearable memory that has haunted my days and kept me up at night. It was a song, a tune, a horrible, sick, twisted recording narrated by Vivian Leigh and sung by Satan himself. I give you, the dark recesses of my youth, The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin.