What are the craziest small-town stories from where you grew up?

One of my friends' uncles, let's call him Rob, acquired a pet raccoon.

He named it Cuddles, and one day Cuddles went missing.

So he goes out to the road to check to see if she's been hit by a car, and sure enough there was a raccoon there, obviously dead.

He picks up the raccoon and brings her back to his house and then starts to dig a grave

for it.

During this time, Rob is calling all his friends and family, inviting them out for a funeral

for his dead raccoon.

We all show up with food and beer.

Rob is crying and finishing up burying the dead raccoon, when all of a sudden, Cuddles

shows up and starts tugging on his pant leg while

he was shoveling. Now, we were all there already with food and beer, so instead of a funeral,

we had a celebration for the return of Cuddles. Party included beer, a band, and a pig roast.

Rob and Cuddles are often seen together at the various mud bogs my town has. If you don't know what a mud bog is, it's when you drive your usually big pickup truck

through a pile of mud, and see how far it can be driven through before it gets stuck.

Also involves a lot of drinking.

More small town stories, my grandfather, who I lived with when I was a young child, used to play pranks on us.

One of his favorites was

to go down to the road and pick up possums and then place them in boxes. He'd tell us he'd

gotten us a surprise and to slowly open the box. Scared the crap out of me seeing a possum play

dead staring up at me. Finally, the umpteenth time of him doing this, I'd learned not to open boxes

from Grandad anymore.

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