A Skunky Outing.

by Donald L. Brown

Poppa skunk smiles at his wife. You think a fox would make a good son-n-law? She looks back, and says. Tammy, and Robby are just friends dear.. He shakes his head. They look serious to me. Mother skunk shoves a box of paper plates at him. You thought that about the last three boys she went with. Even the first one when she was ten. Poppa skunk grins, and nods.

Skipper runs up, and says. Got any more trash momma? She shakes her head no, But you can help your dad carry stuff to the van later. He nods ok. Then runs over to his dad. Can I fly my kite before we leave poppa?

He smiles at Skipper, and says. Alright. But let's do it now. We need to leave in about a hour. Skipper nods, and runs to get his kite. They both head for a large clearing at the edge of the lake. Poppa skunk smiles. There is a nice breeze blowing off the lake son. Skipper nods. Let me run with it poppa!!

Ok.. Skipper!! He hands the kite, and string to the little skunk. Skipper then runs as far as the clearing goes from the lake. Then turns, and shouts. Here I come Poppa. He then runs toward his father with the kite rising quickly as it catches the wind.

Poppa skunk smiles as Skipper slows to a stop, then turns holding on to the stick the string is wound around. He steps quickly to stand next to Skipper, and smiles. Looking good son. Skipper tugs on the string as the kite moves left, then right. Poppa skunk cautions him to not let it drop to low. Just then it dives nearly crashing as Poppa skunk helps him get it back up.



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