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 off 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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