Tree Climbing Guinea Pigs and Wolves that Can Fiddle

Every time I walk to the bus stop, I see this:

You see it?

 It's not the greatest picture, since I was trying to take it on the sly, but this is what is hanging on their tree:

It's a guinea pig water bottle!

So, let me get this straight . . . there's a guinea pig living in your tree.  A guinea pig, that can climb a tree.

And don't give me any nonsense about that being for a squirrel.

Somehow this week has been torrentially busy and I've been struggling to squeeze in time to write.  When I have, I've been working on a new project I'm calling Egregious.  Here's a little excerpt:

He pressed the strings on the fingerboard without bowing, humming the melody to himself.  Feeling the tug of song in his chest, he allowed his right hand to bow the strings. Though it was his hands that did the work of playing, he felt as though the music poured straight out of his center, each note filled with a longing he had no other way to express.  When he finished the song, he felt a sense of relief followed closely by exhaustion.  He lay down in the wagon, placing  the fiddle and bow above his head where he wouldn't accidentally bump it.

It's a story about a fiddle-playing wolf man!  The whole thing is based in an alternate universe where if you curse someone, they are magically transformed into whatever the curse is, and not so magically kicked out of civilization.  I keep imaging Inuyasha as I write this, only with a fiddle.

"You want me to do what?"

P. S. I have some more Culling action up and posted on Wattpad.