Wigged out Wednesday
We were a little wigged out heer today in Castro Valley by the big forest. This morning, Mr TF found two ded coons in the pool.This makes me vary sad cuz I watch them evry nite thru the big window. They like sittin on our dek and pikkin’ thare nits (wich I lernt are not the same as zits) and they nap and hang out. I think they like watching me as much as I like watchin them.
I do not know if the catastroffy in the pool was a murder-suiside, or a horrible aksident like the little hert coon fell in and her mom tride to save her and they both parished. The FL thinks that becuz a lot of coons are having sexy times under our windows this munth that a boy skunk mite have bin chasing a gerl skunk and they ran across the pool cover and felled in and got trapt. What a sad romantic story, you know, star krosst lovers and all.
So the ded animul reemooval guy came and fished ‘em out. Trip is all excited about having a year’s supply of real live fresh ded coon soop in the bak yard. But I’ll take fansy feest over that any day.
Meenwile, the FL and Mr TF are trying to calculate how many yeers it will be beefore all the ded coon mollycules are gone frum the pool. Anybuddy for a swim?
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oh noes! poor coons! that’s is vary sad.
we likes the bangs – it makes you look vary masculine
Oh that is so sad. I think that the FL should stop telling neighbors about the coons and just have a pool party ever weekend for the next month. After that the pool should be out of dead coon germs and back to just having people germs.
Aw man, poor coons. I guess they can’t swim. Now I’m sad…
Bummer! Did you have a funeral?
The FL wuz too upset to have a funeral. And she wuz upset that she had to deel with the ded animul guy who fished ‘em out for $125 even tho he wuz nice.
i am weepin wid dis story, skeez. i wood be hartbrokin if mi racoonz suddenly showed up ded in mi pool … if i hadda pool.
maybe u can ware a coonskin cap like da grate davy crockett, king uv da wild fronteer, once did.
i am jus sayin dis.
yerz–jh
skeezie, jeter is write. ware the cap as a tributte and it will also look qyoot on you honey!
smiles, antie bee
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If yoo lived in Kintucky yoo kooda charged a hillbilly munney to take the coons. Fifty bucks dinner for two. Candlelight not included.
Pore coons. maybe yoo and the FL can give coon-swimmin lessons.