I was in a great mood this morning sleeping 13 blissful hours. This came about after my friend Jed took me out for a lavish lunch where I ate and drank as if I were going to the chair.
I woke up happy and refreshed anxious to go for a run. As I was stretching I noticed a group of tourists gearing up for a tour of Central Park. How nice, I thought as I ran merrily passed them.
On my third loop around I saw them again in the distance along with a park ranger conducting the tour. Like right out of a movie a huge raccoon came scurrying over the fence right in front of them before dashing up a tree. How unusual being that brazen in broad daylight, not one of their more common characteristics.
As I approached the group I slowed up and said, “Wasn’t that great? He came out just for you.” They all smiled and laughed pretty much like I knew they would. The park ranger however, who clearly left her humor at home said, “That’s not true. That raccoon was probably rabid therefore disoriented.” Nothing like spoiling the party. I took umbrage at this since one, it was an unnecessary remark and two, it wasn’t necessarily true.
So I became little Miss Know-it-all.
“The reason raccoons don’t come out more often during the day is because they’re shy not necessarily diseased. This guy was in a hurry, like his mother was waiting up for him.”
More laughs all around.
“He could have been dangerous,” said the pissed off party-pooper.
“Oh come on, where’s the romance in you? Isn’t it a sweeter scenario to think he had a date and lost all track of time? Come on Park Girl, what do you say?”
If looks could kill I would have been up that tree with Rocky.
“I hope you all have a nice morning…that goes for you too,” I said to her, as I took my leave.
Hey, nature sometimes needs a lawyer just like the rest of us.