When The Weasels Attacked

This damned neighborhood has gone to hell. One side I got a weasel. The other, a mixed-breed couple–badger and vole. Across the street, all weasels, every last house, excepting the marmots on the corner. I say what are we coming to? There’s even a colony of fisher cats up the boulevard. We never had youth violence before. Never. My son’s stopped playing in his back yard since the weasels attacked him on the jungle jim. Poor little Xeny. Think of it–here’s Xeny, a goodhearted young Komodo Dragon who can’t even play on his own jungle jim. Shame!

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Title by: Narbles
Story by: Bill Henderson

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