Sunday, September 13, 2009

Raccoons!





Wiley bandits.
those eyes...
midnight.
i saw them glimmering in the woods as i tucked in for the night,
I see you up in that tree!
Away with you!
i woke to the rain dumping and a slight rustling near my right ear...
hmmmm...
thieves!
as they grabbed the bag from under the rain fly and made a mad dash for the woods.
Hey!
Get back here!
That's not yours!
off they scurried
and i,
rain soaked,
retrieved the pack and tied it to the under side of a picnic table before returning to my slumber assured i had bested them.
grgrgrgrrrrrrrrippp
hmmmm....
they can't move the table...
rrrrrrrrrriiiiiippppppppppp
what the shit are they doing?
rrnnxxrrrriiiippppp
Hey!
Fuckers!
Away you rapscallions!
shit, they've torn a hole in the pack...
Hey!
I see you!
Fine!
Here, take it!
take the damned banana...
never trust anything that looks like the neighborhood watch villain.

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