First it was the dog, growling and barking at me, and now it’s that woman waving her camera around like she’s a journalist and I’m the star of her freak show. I can see the headlines now: Masked Bandit Hides in Tree
Only one thing to do, and that’s go higher and stay put. The woman doesn’t look like she’s much of a climber – not at her age.
Emma, her dog, can jump a few feet, but of course, she can’t climb.
Well … let’s see … what’s the best way to get up here?
I’ll just have a stretch before I climb any higher. Get limbered up before I go up the limbs.
Ouch! I forgot about my owie. Think I scraped it the other night going up a tree in a hurry. Couldn’t really see where I was going and I gave myself a sore arm on one of those broken branches.
Now, where was I? Oh yeah, check out Mrs. Journalist. Yup, she’s still standing there pointing that black thing my way. Well, at least she can’t identify me with my mask on, so I can cause any kind of mischief I want. But I am complying with all the Covid rules – I have my mask on … which is silly, because we’re outdoors in the fresh air.
When will she stop pointing that camera at me?
Sorry, but I’m a bit camera shy.
She’s a brazen one! Still there. Still pointing that gadget at me. Good thing I have a mask on for anonymity as well as for Covid. But still, still, still….
I’d better stay hidden behind the tree. I’ll just peek out now and then to see if she’s gone yet, and to make sure that dog isn’t around.
Reggie Raccoon felt quite brave around noon,
He just couldn’t wait until dark.
Running so hard across Anneli’s yard,
He leaped up the nearest tree’s bark.
Rushing he scrambled, his fate he had gambled,
He came close to losing his tail,
Emma, the jumper, leaped up to his bumper,
It’s lucky her snap was a fail.