Over Christmas my parents and sister Kathryn got snowed in for an extra day. We had a wonderful time eating, laughing and telling stories. My daddy told us this story and I laughed till I cried, just picturing him in this situation. The story went like this:
I was going out back to put some trash in the dumpster and when I opened it, there down in the bottom with the trash was a raccoon. I was surprised to see it and more surprised when he rared up showed me his claws and hissed at me. I told him, "you get outta there!" I went back into the garage and got one of your mothers garden rakes and tried to get him out. He just kept hissing at me. So, I turned the dumpster on its side and started hitting the side. That silly thing wouldn't come out. I kept hitting the dumpster and he finally came out but turned and rared up on his back legs and showed me his claws and really hissed at me. Now, that made me mad and I raised my "club" and said, "You better get your ass outta here!"
I lost it! I could just see him, with his blood pressure out the ceiling from the ordeal, yelling at this raccoon. Note: my daddy rarely uses "colorful" language and for me this made the story even funnier.
Additional note: I realize that this could be a "had to be there" story but I wanted to get it down because I was there and didn't want to forget it.
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