September 29th 2011 7:10 am
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“Mmmm...” JoLee’s nose was up in the air, right alongside mine, as we inhaled deeply. “What is that incredible smell?”
I cocked my head to one side. “I think it’s what Mom calls ‘Skunk,’ Jo. I’ve never met one myself, so they’re a bit of a mystery to me, but anybody that smells like that has got to be interesting in person, don’t you think? I’d love to meet one!”
As we got closer to the Vampire House, the odor intensified, and so did JoLee’s desire to meet a Skunk.
“I’ll bet that Skunk is in the Vampire House!” Mom said, from behind us, on the end of our leashes. Vigorous rustling sounds were coming from the dark area next to the house, where the stairs go down to the basement, and Jo strained at the end of his leash, eager to go meet a Skunk.
But Mom hauled him back, like a fish on a line. “You don’t want to get involved in that, JoLee, trust me,” she said, forcing us to continue on our way. “Skunks may smell great to you, but I don’t really think you want to meet one in person!”
Mom likes to think she knows us, but sometimes Mom can be so wrong!
Leave A Comment | 2 people already have Yu kno' it, Star! Dose skunkses r a feast fur da doggie schnooter, dat's fur shur :D
I fink I once heeerd da werd 'baff' useded in da same sentence as 'skunk', doe. I du nod ged it. oohh, try not to mess with the skunk, cause if you do it could mean a tomotoe bath and lots of them...
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September 29th 2011 at 8:42 am