I’ve been watching an unusual race this week as I ride my
bicycle home for lunch each day. The race is between an opossum and a squirrel.
I guess in a way, the opossum cheated because he started the race last week, so
I thought he would surely be the first across the “finish line.” As it stands
right now, the squirrel has gained ground, and I despair of the opossum even
crossing the line at all.
You see, the opossum and the squirrel are both dead. The
opossum shuffled off the mortal coil last week, and the squirrel joined the
race over the weekend. They are racing to see who will be removed from the
gutter first. Sadly for the opossum, he now more closely resembles a remnant of
carpet rather than a once-living creature. So much so that I doubt anyone would
think to remove his carcass. The squirrel is trying hard to win, since he has
an adorable, surprised look on his face; veritably smiling and winking at passing
cars and trucks.
I’ll let you know who wins.
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