My wife adopted a raccoon from the woods behind our house. He would trade his intense cuteness for his afternoon meal. He ate sitting in the yard looking skyward, turning his head left and right like Stevie Wonder. He brought my wife such joy.
So, when we heard car brakes out front and a thud, we feared the worst. I went to look as she sat with her hands over her face.
“No worries!” I shouted.
“It was just old man Clark from across the street.”
“Oh thank God!” She said. “He was such a cranky bastard.”
So, when we heard car brakes out front and a thud, we feared the worst. I went to look as she sat with her hands over her face.
“No worries!” I shouted.
“It was just old man Clark from across the street.”
“Oh thank God!” She said. “He was such a cranky bastard.”
