Speed Limit's and Dead Bodies'

I was on 100 today; like any other Saturday, the roads were buzzing with cars racing at least 20 mph above the listed speed limit and suddenly crawling 20 mph below whenever they saw red and blue flashing lights. I hate when that happens. The person in front of you sees a police car, they slam the brakes, the tires start skidding across hot highway pavements, and all of a sudden, the inside of your car smells like burning rubber and old fart. Talk about negative externalities.

The roads were littered with dead bodies. The dead bodies of poor, little animals that had found its way out from the haven of the forest and onto the open road for a suntan. When summer begins and the critters start popping out from nowhere, I would stare at the dead chipmunk, deer, and occasional beaver in disgust and almost hit another car while entranced by the tiny corpse with its intestines spewing out of its gut. After the first week of summer though, the dead bodies become normal accessories to the road - nice additions to the highway's streetlamps, trash, and occasional bum.

However, today I saw something I hadn't seen before. I saw a little squirrel that had its tail run over by an uncaring driver in the middle lane of route 100. Unfortunately, its god must have been cruel because it was still alive. It struggled to crawl out of the middle of the road and back to its natural habitat. The stupid animal didn't stand a chance. Moments later, it was attacked by another car, and its short life was ended as it exploded into a hundred little pieces across three lanes of the highway. For some reason, I wanted to cry for the animal that had dared to venture out among mankind. I thought about the baseness of kicking a man when he's down and frowned. But the thought was just a brief flutter across my mind.