The grinnin’ skunk


One early Friday morning I was thinking, “Get away.” The sun was shining at my 

back, a perfect fishing day.  

I loaded up my camper, grabbed an extra pole and net. Then I lit out for my 

fishing hole, a place I’d soon regret.  

I chose a spot down by the creek and backed my camper in.  A jagged tree limb 

snagged the roof and tore right through the tin.

Now, the weatherman’s prediction was, “There ain’t no chance of rain.”  So, I 

didn’t bother fixin’ the new hole in my domain.

I lit my Coleman lantern.  Time to make some hot cocoa. Then the noise of 

runnin’ water told my bladder, “Time to go!”

I hopped down from my trailer, held my lantern up to see.  Then promptly 

stopped dead in my tracks.  A skunk was eyein’ me.

The ball of furry black and white sat straight back on his heels.  I couldn’t move a 

muscle just stood blurtin’ tiny squeals.  

I swear the doggone, stinkin’ polecat grinned from ear to ear. No doubt he’d tried 

this trick before.  He prob’ly sensed my fear.

He almost seemed quite friendly but I ain’t no stupid clunk. Don’t ever trust those 

varmints. Heck, that’s why they call ’em skunk.  

I turned around and made the dash, the fastest five-yard run. The skunk lit in 

behind me. He was havin’ all the fun.  

I opened-up the camper door then closed it for the night. But I hadn’t solved the 

problem with my bladder so dang tight.

I peered out through the window.  Couldn’t see the little guy. So, I nudged the 

door an inch or two. The pungent squirt flew by.  

The smell was so horrific. Made the stuff run out my nose.  A darn good thing I 

ducked. The skunk shot like a garden hose.

That’s when I saw the lightnin’.  Heard the crackin’ thunderclap. It was gonna be 

a down pour. What a dang sure sorry sap.

The rain was pourin’ sideways.  Never trust the weatherman.  I was stuck out in a 

rainstorm in an oversized tin can.  

It didn’t take me long to find an empty bottle of pop. Then I filled the Pepsi bottle 

from the bottom to the top.  

The night was sure a long one, didn’t get a wink of sleep. And by the way I’ve got 

a stinkin’ camper sellin’ cheap. 


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