Word: raccoon
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...contrast to big commercial sites such as eBay, Craig's List has kept its homegrown, grass-roots feel. Customers in cities like San Francisco often complete their transactions in person. Quirky listings abound. "I have a dead raccoon. Looks like a male. About 15 lbs. ... Will sell for cash to highest bidder or trade for Six Feet Under--The Complete First Season on DVD," reads one. In the community section, members post everything from grocery-store etiquette to tips on how to give a cat a pill. In the forums, visitors rant against the projected war on Iraq and seek...
Ford’s style drips with poetry and extended metaphors drawn from typical modern situations. Whether using a roadkilled raccoon to represent a broken marriage or comparing a puppy to the role of fate in our lives, his stories reveal the fleeting magic in everyday situations...
...spat with authority didn’t stop after that. One Saturday morning the four of us decided to catch a Harvard football game. We didn’t have our raccoon coats, but one of us had a military knapsack to hide the half-gallon of Mogan David during the game. Given a collective IQ of over 500 you would think we would know how to strap the knapsack tight. But no, we loaded our vino only to have it tumble out of the sack in the middle of the Wigglesworth entry onto Mass. Ave. and at the feet...
...spat with authority didn’t stop after that. One Saturday morning the four of us decided to catch a Harvard football game. We didn’t have our raccoon coats, but one of us had a military knapsack to hide the half-gallon of Mogan David during the game. Given a collective IQ of over 500 you would think we would know how to strap the knapsack tight. But no, we loaded our vino only to have it tumble out of the sack in the middle of the Wigglesworth entry onto Mass. Ave. and at the feet...
...attic above me, an animal has died. A carrion smell seeps through the ceiling. A squirrel, maybe. A raccoon? For a week, I heard something scuttling up there - as if to answer the clicking of my computer keyboard. I was amused to think the animals were weighing in with a contrary point of view. I assumed that a creature that had found its way into the attic would find its way out. Then the scuttling stopped, and in a day or two, the dead smell began. I must go up through the trap door in the ceiling in the hall...