The "Raccoon Tail" Story

It was an ordinary day. I was working at the print shop at the high school where I taught and had my young daughter Brynn helping me cut newly padded tablets apart. Quitting time! We headed home the back way which was over country roads instead of on the major highway. Nice and quiet ride. As we traveled on Butter Road we passed a dead raccoon which must have just been hit. I started to relate to Brynn about my favorite bike and how I had raccoon tails on the handlebars. REALLY NEAT! I still think that to this day. By the time I got home I had an idea. I went into my garage and grabbed the hatchet. Brynn and I hopped back into the car and headed to.... you guessed it, Butter Road. I chopped and chopped with that dull hatchet until I had cut off his tail. I'm not sure what Brynn was doing as I was chopping. After getting it home I tried to clean it. By the next day it was as hard and stiff as could be. Well, you know, it's the thought that counts! Just another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.