Tuesday, October 18, 2011

red racoon

My sister and I had been following a red racoon through the woods for sometime when we came to a water hole. We climbed onto a narrow walkway of a small and old abandoned concrete dam that wobbled with every step.

The racoon went into the water and swam under the dam. Thinking she was crushed when a plume of orange and red emerged from her entry point, we both looked over the side. The shift in weight nearly capsized our dam, and just as quickly the red racoon emerged on the other side gliding happily through the dark water. 

She swam to the trees and looked back at us, as if an invition to follow. 

My sister entered the water to swim towards her, but I stayed put. 

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