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Saturday, January 21, 2017

Requiem For a Racoon...

A couple of days ago, after all the snow was melted and dried up, Biker Dude looked out the kitchen window into the yard.

"Hmmmmm... what IS that out there under the bench?" he thought.

He decided it was just an old grocery bag that had blown into the yard.

Today, he looked out the window again.


"Hmmm... that so called 'grocery bag' hasn't moved in two days. Weird."

He went out there to take a look.

And there it was. A dead raccoon.

No blood... no signs of injury... no flies.. no bad smell... it just lay there peacefully, like it was taking a nap.

But it was as solid as a block of ice.

Maybe it forgot to check that the weather was going to be close to zero degrees back in December.

Biker Dude bowed his head for a half moment of silence. He never liked it when an innocent animal died. Not even a not so innocent one. But at least this time, Biker Dude didn't personally bring about its demise, unlike the skunk he accidentally ran over last year. He could still see the shape rising up in the dark and feel the thump thump of the tires and the feeling that it was something alive as he ran it over.

And like with the possum under his girlfriend's deck last summer, Biker Dude won't say how he got rid of the mortal remains. Some people would consider that too much information. But this racoon's last ride was set for the following day.

On the next best thing to a requiem that Biker Dude could give him; Racoon Heaven on wheels...

A garbage truck.




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