One day we were at a spot and there was a big fat squirrel posted up some distance away, just chilling there. Probably like half a football field away. Some of us were lobbing rocks at it, trying to get it to move from its spot. No one thought they had a chance of hitting it from the distance we were at.
One of my friends then picks up a slightly bigger than average rock, and throws a bullet across the open grass, hitting the stationary squirrel right between the eyes. Instant regret.
We couldn't believe he hit it from that far, and that it stayed still the whole time! Immediately it falls into a seizure type frenzy, before slowly trembling to its death. It was traumatic, and everyone was so surprised, and super salty at the squirrel killing rock hurler.
I wasn't too mad though. Just shook! He threw the rock too hard and too accurate, but the likelihood of actually hitting it seemed unlikely, and I bet if he tried 100 more times to do it, hed never hit the spot again.
We buried the little dude, then we all went home. Noone felt like skating anymore.