The skunk story posted yesterday? Seems a few facts were missing from my understanding of the way it came down. The real story is even better... for everyone else, not for poor George.
He didn't forget the live trap with skunk was on the walkway; he carefully walked past, crooning 'hello, little skunkie, lovely day, isn't it? Nice day to enjoy the spring, isn't it?' At this point, he was past the skunk, but couldn't resist saying, 'yeah, enjoy it, 'cause when I get hime, I'm gonna blow your little head off!'.
And the skunk sprayed. Seems George was not yet out of range when he threw the final insult.
The rest, as they say, is history... (well, almost, his clothes have yet to be collected by the garbage service, the side of the house stinks, and my mudroom smells of Cordite and skunk).
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