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By Jane Gilgun
I badgered it all right the fat furry creature scuttled in front of the car on the Glenfarne Road from Kilty It hit with a thud and then a clatter The hubcap, I thought I stopped looked in rear view mirror saw a mound of twitching fur and an object on the road I approached saw a black stripe starting at a rat’s face and going down to a body shaped like a drumlin This was the first time I had seen a badger Mr. Badger from Wind in the Willows it was not but a pencil-‐nosed rodent with small sharp teeth a tiny yellow eye blood on its skull alive malevolent What I thought was a hubcap was a piece of grill the impact had broken it I pushed the badger to the side of the road
with the grill watching its little sharp teeth all the while It did nothing but watch me On the side of the road It seemed to say thank you out of that tiny yellow eye It turned itself upright and scuttled down the side of the road dragging its hind legs behind After it disappeared into the grass of the verge I followed its path and heard and saw rustling in the grass it was still on the move back to its family perhaps As I think about the badger I think life is in all creatures in me in a blade of grass that badger sought life wanted to live scuttled away perhaps to be with life it co-‐created Then it died.