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athingirl · 6 months
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What I Saw
  Two young raccoons eating a bag of Cheetos like there was no tomorrow. When I approached they didn’t even run. It was as if they smoked pot all night and now had the munchies. A Golden Retriever wearing a turkey hat not realizing how silly he looked. I said to his owner, a chubby man in a toggle coat that didn’t quite button, that he should be careful no one mistakes him for dinner.  “He love…
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athingirl · 1 year
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Bob Is Back
  After 3 weeks, who came strutting across the street at twilight, but Bob the Raccoon, and I was lucky enough to see him.   You had to wonder where he’d been.   Out of town maybe…Miami?   I for one half expected him to be in shorts sportin’ a tan.  What I’ve observed about raccoons are they’re normally very watchful, treading carefully as they go.  Not Bob. He doesn’t seem to care that his…
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athingirl · 1 year
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Best Story Of The Week...March 9
 Seems we have a raccoon living on the scaffolding over our building, we’ve named Bob.  He shows up right before sunup and sleeps in the corner so we can all see him, like a little exhibitionist.  Awakening around two a.m., according to the night doorman, he then sashays across the street like a rejuvenated rock star.  No one has yet seen him return, but there he is at 7 every morning, all tucked…
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athingirl · 2 years
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Trash Talkin'
Trash Talkin’
It was almost daylight. I was talking to Fred, a Central Park volunteer, when a whole family of raccoons marched in front of us on their way to their designated tree. “Look,” I said, charmed as ever noticing Fred didn’t have the same response.  “They are the cutest, and look at the little one bringing up the rear.”  Fred still didn’t reply.  “What is it? Don’t you like raccoons?”  “NO, I HATE…
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athingirl · 2 years
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Best Stories Of The Week...July 21
Best Stories Of The Week…July 21
 It was my birthday, so please get out your black armbands as a bagpiper plays Taps, on a loop.  This is why I was on a bench in the Park about to eat an overpriced croissant thinking about roses that were anonymously delivered, when a young raccoon sidled up like we were old friends.   As he seated himself in front of me, I tore off a piece of the 8 bucks I just spent he promptly took with the…
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