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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>These post subjects read like a children's story
book...</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>One day a kitten was frolicking along the
Boulevard, dodging runners and distracting dogs, enjoying the seasonably warm
winter day. Spotting an interesting disruption in the Swan Point Cemetery stone
wall, she skittered across the road to investigate. Soon after dipping into the
mysterious underbrush of the local arboretum, she was awash in new sights and
sounds. The rustling leaves drowned out the cars, though only yards away, while
the chipmunks whistled as they chased each other along the tree branches.
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Then, stepping into a clearing, our free-spirited
adventurer came across one of the infamous neighborhood coyotes. She had been
warned of such animals, graceful and harmless, yet not as rare as one might
think in our slightly wooded urban environment. Their charm and beauty was only
tempered by their natural predatory instincts towards lesser mammals, of course
only when provoked, hungry, or up for some adventure of their own. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Unsure of the coyote's intentions, our kitten
stepped left, then darted right, inadvertently catching our new friend's
attention. The coyote's ears' perked and it started--but with a hobble. Our
kitten relished the extra moment this bought her, but knew she needed cover, and
bounded behind a tree, then over a log towards an interesting patch of
white where she thought she might lose her pursuer. But alas! The hobbling
coyote was on hot her tail.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>As our kitten fled, the white patch began to look
less like refuge, and more like a ball of fluff. Inquisitive to the end, our
fearless explorer leapt through the final bramble and found herself now between
a hobbling coyote and the fabled White Skunk. As she turned to run again, not
sure of to where this time, the storied skunk stepped in front of our
kitten, now cornered, and lazily proceeded to amble past her, into the path of
the once Hobbling, but now Screeching, Coyote who, in his </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>many years, had more than once learned the fate of
those that cross White Skunk. Our coyote, whose own curiosity began to quickly
wane in light of a feared fumigation, hobbled with what was left of his dignity
in a direction other than that of the gently swaying white puffy tail.
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Our young kitten friend breathed a sigh of relief
at her unexpected rescue, and the stately old skunk merely motioned with his
tail for her to follow him. Her call of the wild fulfilled for the
day, she happily let him lead her away from the clearing and the coyote,
the woods and their subtle whispers, back to the stone wall. The White Skunk
looked both ways, and crossed one lane of the Boulevard to bring her back to
adventure of domestic variety: barking dogs, plodding feet and curious
children. As the thankful, and slightly more learned, kitten made her way back
to her home off Hope Street, a few passer-by-ers in the park noticed a
curious white animal, slowly ambling its way along the stone wall, into the
bushes. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Wisdom overcame Instinct that day, and it saved our
coyote from a putrid perfume. The Respected also watched out for the Troubled,
saving our naive kitten from an unknown fate. And maybe a few of the
passer-by-ers on the Boulevard gleaned some wisdom or insight of their own into
the ways of the Wise and Respected from the fable of the Kitten, the Coyote and
the White Skunk...</FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>