When
the kids were young, we had just returned from a long trip, going to bed I had
just fallen asleep.
Maureen
heard someone outside the house and woke me.
Not
really awake I rolled out a bed and grabbed a short stick I kept near the bed
(Short Stick being one of my studies).
I
crept down stairs and quietly turned on the outside light.
Finding
a raccoon had invaded our trash can.
I went back upstairs after turning over
the light. Tossed the stick to my wife and told her, next time you go, you are
a black belt after all.
And I went back to sleep, back to sleep, perchance to
dream of raccoons and trash cans.
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