Flying sharks

I was running through the forest. It was late. I kept hearing things behind me and ran harder. I eventually found myself trapped in a dead end. I climbed one of the surrounding oak trees. Near the top of the tree was a bear-squirrel nest so I crawled in. As I was peeking through a hole in the nest and saw many sharks, but one particularly large one. The hungry sharks were swarming in the cold autumn air. I thought If I was sly enough I could evade the sharks detection. The flying sharks quickly spotted me as I was climbing out of the nest so I climbed back in. The largest shark flew to the nest and bumped it until it plunged to the hard earth. There was a rustling behind me as I watched the shark approach. A mighty bear-squirrel leaped out so I grabbed onto its back. It was breathing heavily and ready to battle. It jumped off of the ground and straight toward the shark with its claws bared. It extended its furry arm and plunged its claws into the sharks gills. The shark tried to bite the bear-squirrels underbelly but fell to the ground suffocating. The other sharks flew away and the bear-squirrel took me back to its nest. The bear-squirrels accepted me as one of their own and I lived with them.