Beatris

Beatris was a chipmunk who had been tormented by demons, not figurative demons like demons of the mind, but actual nasty grubby demons with bat wings and pointy tails, breathing fire to boot. Beatris was quite sure she was done for, but kept her wits about her anyway.
She had been munching on an acorn, watching the last rays of light fade out over the horizon when a demon plucked her off her log, right by the scruff of her little chipmunk neck.
She was caught utterly off guard.
The demons pulled her tail and singed her toes with their hot breath. Beatris squeaked her displeasure. Then they put her in a little brass cage. Beatris noted immediately that the bars were too wide and escape would be easy. Being clever and sharp-witted Beatris bided her time.
The demons were ranting about witch’s stew and starting to raise a ruckus as Beatris slipped out of the cave the demons had kidnapped her to. A witch was yelling:
“I said ‘woodchuck’, you idiots!”
Beatris ran like screaming demons all the way back to the forest. She got back just in time for sunrise.
“Beautiful ssunrisse, aye Beatrisss?” Sammy snake said.
Beatris took a deep breath of crisp morning air.
“You have no idea.”