DEAD BADGER

Dead Badger

It was a dirt road, and there were these giant holes with giant moundsĀ of dirt piled at the entrance. “What made that hole?” I wondered, and then saw the dead one. Then saw a live one, just up by the the next bend. Badgers are all shoulder blades, low and slinky. He came toward me, ready to take on my whole car.



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