AN AIR FORCE BASE IN THE EARLY SIXTIES
“Airman Hart, what’s in that duffel bag?”
“Furious raccoons, Sargent.”
“And where are going with that duffel bag?”
“Band practice, Sargent.”
“Is this like the cricket thing?” We couldn’t get those little bastards out of the mess hall for weeks.”
“No, Sarge. The crickets were for playing.”
“And what are the raccoons for?”
“The saxophone section keeps dragging.”
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“Where did you even get raccoons from?”
“PX.”
“Okay.”
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Mickey’s marauding raccoon’s need to be shot into the sun. Any animal with a thumb is a threat to human existence.
Bastard raccoon ate all my koi fish the other night. I have hollow point pellets locked and loaded in my air rifle, ready to roll.
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