Let's do the story thing again

[cherrysmum]

Knowing his one power was ...yes...the big "R"..so bring up a good frothy grin..he approached the big guy who had been bullying him..and with "rabie laden" teeth he.....

[cherrysmum]

rinsed his mouth in listerine??..Yeah...that got rid of the rabies...but he still had a firm grip on the whatyamacallits...the big guy knew he had to do something so he whipped up some Chinese food...

[Lefty]

and started dangling some noodles before the raccoons eyes so it would take its jaws off of his... noodle... and the raccoon...

[cherrysmum]

took the food...and wandered back into the forrest...ALL OF A SUDDEN OUT OF NOWHERE....

[Lefty]

A giant bird with flaming wings soared down from the sky, extending its nasty claws towards the raccoon, but just as it was about to attack, it stopped in mid-air, looked at the little furry beast and said:

[cherrysmum]

Actually I had something more tasty in mind...a little gourment.........

[Lefty]

Never before had the raccoon been so insulted, by a bird-for-brains animal no less, and the raccoon cried: "Am I not good enough? Do I not taste like 'haute cuisine' gourmet-meat to you?"

[The Lady Belle]

"Well actually no", replied the bird as he flew down to a branch and contemplated picking the annoying racoon up and flying up to the heavenly high reaches and letting him go..just to see how long it took before the racoon made it back down to earth..

[Lefty]

But the bird realised that the raccoon had a story to tell, since he was the main character, so, safely up on the branch he asked: "so, bub, what's your story anyway?"

[The Lady Belle]

The racoon scratched his furry lil butt and looked skywards trying to organize his thoughts into something resembling swiss cheese but without the holes.
Meanwhile the bird lifted his tail high, grunted and deposited a warm wettish mass of poop right on top of a poor caterpillar that was making its was across the mulchy forest floor. "Its not my day..its just not my day", cried the poor catepillar as it struggled out of the guano only to be espied by the racoon who promptly picked it up and ate it without noticing that it had 'Special bird sauce' on it.
Smacking his lips mightly the racoon beltched and his fetid breath wilted the grass within a foot wide radius of him.

"Let me see bird-brain, it all started out back in 1982 during a snow blizzard....."