Last night while my parents were away, my siblings and I watched an old movie we have not seen for a while. During the movie Ducky had scraps of food she wanted to give the kitties, so she went out side . All the kitties were there except Stripy, a little rescued stray, who loves attention. So Ducky started looking around for him. There was a little gray thing sneaking away from the barn, and it looked like Stripey to Ducky, so she walked a little closer to it and called. A little white face looked at her, then continued towards the forest. surprised, Ducky ran in the house yelling; '' a skunk! a skunk!'' I jumped up
''Where?!''
'' by the barn, it's going away! I thought it was Stripey, but it's a skunk!''
''A skunk?'' I asked, grabbing a flash light. ''Show me!'' I said, preparing to do what was done with pests here. I had never killed a possum, skunk, or raccoon but since dad was gone, I had the thought that I would have to do it, and that wasn't a pretty thought. Ducky and I ran out to see. ''He's gone.'' Ducky exclaimed, when we reached the barn.
''Where's Aiden?'' I asked,
''Somewhere over there, I don't know;'' Ducky pointed the opposite direction .
''Aiden!'' I called. Aiden came from our eastern porch. He stopped and looked where Ducky and I where looking. ''Aiden,---.'' Suddenly, he bolted towards the fence line that separated the forest from our front yard. Aiden leaped along it just like a fox trying to catch a mouse, then snapped up a gray fuzz ball and shook hard. The gray thing dropped and tried to escape but Aiden grabbed it by the tail and puled him back. They fought for a few short seconds, then it was over. ''It's not a skunk it's a possum!'' Ducky explained with realization,
''Good boy Aiden, Good dog! '' We petted him all over and let him inside to watch the movie with us. I was very glad that I didn't have to kill the possum. But I also am very relieved that it wasn't a skunk, now that I think about it. Ducky must have mistaken the possum's white little face for a skunk tail. I wish I got pictures though.
''Where?!''
'' by the barn, it's going away! I thought it was Stripey, but it's a skunk!''
''A skunk?'' I asked, grabbing a flash light. ''Show me!'' I said, preparing to do what was done with pests here. I had never killed a possum, skunk, or raccoon but since dad was gone, I had the thought that I would have to do it, and that wasn't a pretty thought. Ducky and I ran out to see. ''He's gone.'' Ducky exclaimed, when we reached the barn.
''Where's Aiden?'' I asked,
''Somewhere over there, I don't know;'' Ducky pointed the opposite direction .
''Aiden!'' I called. Aiden came from our eastern porch. He stopped and looked where Ducky and I where looking. ''Aiden,---.'' Suddenly, he bolted towards the fence line that separated the forest from our front yard. Aiden leaped along it just like a fox trying to catch a mouse, then snapped up a gray fuzz ball and shook hard. The gray thing dropped and tried to escape but Aiden grabbed it by the tail and puled him back. They fought for a few short seconds, then it was over. ''It's not a skunk it's a possum!'' Ducky explained with realization,
''Good boy Aiden, Good dog! '' We petted him all over and let him inside to watch the movie with us. I was very glad that I didn't have to kill the possum. But I also am very relieved that it wasn't a skunk, now that I think about it. Ducky must have mistaken the possum's white little face for a skunk tail. I wish I got pictures though.
how very exciting! Glad it wasn't a skunk or Aiden might be a little stinky
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