Author’s Note: One, don’t know or own or anything Josh Groban or his family. And the Murphy that is referred to is the Murphy from “Murphy’s Law.” You know the one that says, “If it can go wrong, it will.” This was part of a challenge on some board or another. I don't really know, Kia found it. So the challenge was to include high heels/sandals, a lukewarm bottle of soda, a garden, Josh, and an angry squirrel. Here are my results.

Josh looked out the window into his parents’ garden. He could see his mother bent over a row of some sort of vegetable weeding. He turned around hearing the clack of shoes on the hardwood floors. As he did he grabbed his sides in a fit of laughter. There stood his brother, Chris, in a well-fitting, yet flowy knee length red dress and a pair of strappy silver heels.
“Dude, you look ridiculous,” Josh stated through his laughter.
“Oh yeah. It’s hilarious,” Chris answered with a sneer. “Just because you went to some stupid premiere…”
“I told you that Liam Neeson was in that movie. It’s not my fault you didn’t believe me.”
Josh and Chris had made a bet over some movie trivia. Chris was studying film at school and regularly watched more movies than Josh, he figured he was safe. As fate would have it, he was wrong and was forced to face the consequences. He was made to dress in an outfit of Josh’s choosing and talk to his mother using the opening line of “I have something to tell you.” Since Josh had chosen a skirt, he convinced Chris to also shave his legs.
Josh walked over and put his arm around his brother. “Come on, sis. Let’s go talk to Mom.” Chris groaned as they walked outside.
They walked under their large redwood and Josh failed to notice a squirrel drop some of his food. Noticing only after he had smashed it, Josh scraped his shoe off on the ground. His mother heard the noise and turned around.
“Hi…boys?” She questioned after seeing her youngest son. She looked from a wobbling Chris to a smiling Josh who had leaned up against the tree. Chris continued to quake on the uneven ground until he reached his mother. “What’s going on?”
“Mom,” Chris started slowly. “There’s something I have to tell you.” He paused and rushed out the rest of his words. “I lost a bet with Josh and that’s why I’m dressed like this.” Lindy was quiet a moment before giving into laughter.
“This was your idea,” She asked pointing to Josh. Who simply smiled and nodded. It couldn’t have gone better if he’d tried. Josh walked over to join his mother and cross-dressed brother. “Where’d you get the dress? It’s not one of mine.”
“January lent it to me. She wore it a couple of years back!” Josh screamed the last word as something hit him in the back of the head. He spun looking around for the source.
“Josh, honey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just thought something hit me. I must’ve imagined it.” He rubbed the back of his head and turned back around. Laughing he added, “You’re probably scaring the squirrels Chris.”
Chris sneered and began to defend himself when Josh howled again. “I definitely felt something that time.” He continued to look for the source of the agitation. “Mom, can I have your soda? I’m going to get whoever keeps throwing these,” Josh looked down to figure out what the projectile was, “these nuts!” He took the warm Diet Coke from his mother and began to shake it up. He walked over to the tree and began to circle it. Facing his family members once more, he shrugged.
All of a sudden an avalanche of nuts fell onto Josh’s head. Once it had stopped Josh saw a squirrel sitting on a branch several feel above his head. It seemed to be smiling down at him. Josh gave the bottle of warm soda one final shake and sprayed the contents all over the smiling squirrel. Josh, thinking he had won, was quite surprised with the squirrel landed on his head.
Josh swung the bottle at the small creature managing to not only whack himself in the head, but to knock the squirrel backwards. He would have knocked the squirrel entirely off, if one of the legs had not been tangled in Josh’s curls. How he finally got the miniature monster out of his hair he wasn’t sure, but it didn’t take him long to decide to run.
Lindy and Chris needed no convincing to follow Josh’s example. They ran and the squirrel gave chase. As Murphy would have it, Chris tripped and fell over. He tried to scramble backwards as the squirrel quickly gained ground. Chris stopped his futile attempt and groped for the shoe that now hung from his ankle. He wrenched it off just as the squirrel launched itself onto Chris’ stomach. He took a swing and missed. The livid creature dug his claws in and began to pull at the dress’ fabric. Chris continued to swing and made contact several times before he knocked it off. Although, he continued to beat it until it stopped moving.
After a moment’s pause Lindy tentatively asked, “Is it dead?”
“I hope so,” Josh answered callously. “It messed up my hair.”
Chris pushed himself to his feet, unsteady on just one heel. “How can you tell?” He asked the rhetorical question with heavy sarcasm.
“It feels funny,” Josh replied gently running his hand over his head.
Lindy rolled her eyes at her eldest and told her sons to get rid of the squirrel quickly making her exit. Chris reached down and took off his other heel. “This is your fault. You sprayed it with soda. You pick it up.”
“This is most certainly not my fault,” Josh countered. “You’re the one that beat it to death. Or possible death. Besides January is going to kill me when she sees that dress. You pick it up.” The brothers stood silent looking at the squirrel. Finally Chris came up with a solution.
“Dude, go get Sweeney.”
“Sure, that dog’ll eat anything.”

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