Page 18 - Super Cowboy Rides Again

With the rectangular area dug out, Grandma told
me to retrieve a big armful of newspapers from the pile
by her kitchen wood stove while she kept an eye on the
skunk. She sent me back twice more, each time ripping
the paper to shreds and throwing them in our newly dug
trench. When the skunk acted like it would leave
altogether, I was sent for the hamburger Grandma had
in her fridge, along with an old cake tin to put it in.
Putting the meat in the pan
and shoving it with the
stick toward the skunk,
Grandma enticed the
skunk toward the pan.

I thought Grandma
was just going to push the pan farther toward Mrs.
Crabby’s yard, but she stopped and hurried back.
“Now,” she said, “let’s get that debris pile and put it in
this hole.”

“But Grandma,” I said, “it smells like skunk.”

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