Now some were in the black mind and hills off to cold to their left, the young boy named

a rocket raccoon.

One day he was moving right off with another guy, hitting a young rock in a high rock

he didn't like that, he said, I'm gonna get that boy, so one day he walked into town

and booked himself a room in the locus of the moon, a rocky raccoon.

Oh, Jake, the raccoon's back.

I don't know if it ever left.

The scat?

The scat's not there, but the other night, Catherine was gone.

I had put Rosie to bed, was reading a story to Bo and had he on the couch, literally the

very last page of Bernstein Bears and the Great Pumpkin.

I look up because I see something out of the corner of my eye.

The main door in our back door is open, the storm door is closed, obviously, and who

should be there, but the raccoons staring straight into our living room.

Like, I'm imagining, like, hind legs, like, on the glass.

Kind of.

Really?

Yeah.

And I go, guys, guys.

Look.

And of course, Bo, you know, whoa, no.

And had he's like, okay, like, and Bo just runs up to it and had he's like, Bo, whatever

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