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Showing posts with label raccoon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label raccoon. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Mr. Raccoon is coming home!

It was a bitter winter in deed. Mr. Raccoon looked at his bruised paws and started to wonder if they would heal soon . He thought about his friends and how much he missed them. It had been a long time since he’d been in the Butter Castle in Nowhere. Now it was time to go back, but his paws hurt and the blistering wind upon his face let him know that it would be a long time, if ever, before he would…

Monday, October 19, 2009

Out of the blue...


While Tea,Mozes and Gretta were skipping merrily down the road...Raccoon spotted an interesting box...
Raccoon:Now lets see...what do we have here....o my gosh...PIZZA....and a BOOK?...Strange combination..well,I always love a good read to go with my dinner...
Raccoon being Raccoon sat himself down to have a little pizza party...with his mouth stuffed with pizza he opened the book....and then,my dear readers and friends..our little fellow almost jumped out of his furry coat from sheer joy....then, a piece of pizza went down the wrong way and Raccoon almost choked...There were tears in his eyes and he just couldn't stop coughing..

Down the road Mozes turned around...
-Friends,we have to stop for a while...I believe Raccoon had to do a little something in the bushes..lets wait,its taking some time...
-I will go and check..Rattus said..followed by T..you never know what happened..
-Raccoon old chap...are you oke...
Out of the box Raccoon appeared...and said..well, you already know what he said but now you know this isn't the whole truth...
He found a book...

Friday, September 4, 2009

The Rascal













Mozes and Tea Rat were beginning to tire as we trudged toward the bridge. The wooden planks creaked under our feet as we began to cross.
“Oh lets stop a moment,” Mozes begged. “My feet are beginning to hurt.”
“We will stop beyond the bridge,” Tea Rat assured him, smiling.
Mozes reluctantly complied.
I walked on confidently, and Mozes followed.
Just then a paw shot from below the bridge and pulled Mozes down into the creek below.
“Mozesssssssssss!” I called, but it was too late. I saw a raccoon dashing across the meadow with an unconscious Mozes thrown over its back….