UPDATE!!! Jeezus, the cops just came. She called the freaking pigs because of theraccoon. The Sheriff comes up with a rifle. Fewer things more unsettling than a coproaming around your space armed to the teeth.-
Raccoon’s sick ma’am. We’ll have to shoot him….
Course, that won’t do. Frau Tale is crying, sobbing now. No one ca
n cry moredisconsolately, more forlornly, more instantly, than my wife.-Why did I have to
him?Her wail carries across the hush darkness of the woods as the sheriff trains hisobnoxious flashlight on the dazed animal, who walks in circles, stumbles, falls flat, getsback up only to fall flat again and tremble.-Get up baby! Get up and run away to save your life!Frau Tale is really agitated. The Buddhist monks taught her as a child that she mustremain disconnected from the ritual of dying in all its forms. She has never attended afuneral in her life. She apologised when she told me that she would not be able toattend mine, even.
Finally, the copper turns to leave when I tell him that he won’t be able to shoot the
hapless coon in front of my wife.
Truth is, I’m not so keen on witnessing the little bugger
No, no. I’ll just put him in this plastic bag and take him away.
Uhm. Please. We need to let this play out, officer. My wife…
He shrugs and trudges back up the hill to his police cru
iser. I realise that he’s not such abad guy. It’s the uniform and the .22 calibre rifle in his right hand.
Maybe its me. Something powerfuls bothering me now, too.
Frau Tale sends me back to the house to google“