A BEDTIME STORY

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*not my picture. Did not have the opportunity or sanity of mind to take one of my own.

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So last night, we were getting ready for bed when our neighbor knocked on the door.
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When he asked if I would hold a flashlight for him, I was intrigued, but not prepared for the horrible creature we would find huddled deep within our window well: A muskrat.
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It reminded me of those giant, rodent-monsters in the forests of A Princess Bride. Just smaller.
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Our neighbor proceeded to fish it out with an old, tin popcorn bucket. I was fascinated by the fight the animal was putting up when unexpectedly, to prevent from being bitten I suppose, our neighbor tossed the angry muskrat from the bucket, into the air, and out of the beam of light I had been directing at it. Keep in mind, it was pitch black outside...hence the flashlight.
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Terrifying images of a clawing, biting, snarling rodent flying towards me, sent me in a panic.
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At this point, I may have screamed like an opera singer. And I may have made the ascent to the hood of my car in less than half a second.
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But we were able to breathe a sigh of relief, as the flashlight beam found the animal, running awkwardly down the street in the opposite direction. Oh, how I hope it ran that way for a long, long time.
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In our bedroom before bed, I sincerely thanked God that no flying muskrats landed on me in the dark that night. I'm not even being facetious. My gratitude knew no bounds.

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