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A Tale From The Skunk's Side
By Share Bond
Sunday, February 04, 2007

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A short story about the life of orphaned baby skunks through their eyes. The author has spent so much time with these creatures that she knows how they think.

A Tale From The Skunk's Side

By Share Bond

My first memories were of warm soft bodies wiggling and competing for yummy milk, and the smell of musk and other earthly odors. After a few weeks of eating, sleeping and bumping into things, I saw a new world. I got to see my big black and white Mama who took care of me and the five other critters climbing around us. She told me they were my siblings.

Mama worked so hard to keep us and our den clean. Life was wonderful and comfortable and I was curious about the light in the distance. I started to crawl towards the light and my brother and sisters followed. Mama scolded us and told us to stay where we were.

Later Mama left to get us food and the light started to disappear. We snuck over to look out and it was scary. Aramis, my daring rebellious brother, went out into the dusk to explore as we watched in awe. Mama wasnít going to be back for a while. Then all of a sudden he disappeared into the sky! Silently, a big flying thing swooped down and picked Aramis up and we never saw him again. What happened to Aramis? We were afraid to go outside again.

Mama came back with food and noticed that one of her babies was missing. She was very sad and nervous that we might do the same next time she was gone. She decided it was time to teach us about the hard cruel world outside of our safe den. Mama told us the things above us were humans. They didnít make much noise and it was all right to live this close.

She took us out the next dawn. It was still a little dark outside. I was scared. Chantilly, Chloe, Joy and Chanel were too. We missed our big brother and were afraid of the big flying thing.

Mama showed us where the fat juicy crawly things were. We dug holes and played and tried eating one. Mmmm, they tasted good, so we gobbled up a bunch until our tummies were hurting. She took us over to the bottom of a tree where lots of sweet juicy colorful things were. They tasted great and there were more squirmy things there. The humans left containers of hard round things all the time so we could eat there too. We thought that we would never have to leave our den with this constant supply of food for us.

The next dusk Mama left us alone to sleep because our bellies were still full from the previous morning. We slept through the night because our first morning of foraging wore us out. When we awoke Mama wasnít there. Did she come back and leave again without us noticing? Mama said to wait, so we did.

The light at the den opening disappeared and reappeared again. Where was our Mama? We were getting very hungry and little Joy was getting sick. We didnít know what to do, but we had to go look for our Mama when it was dark.We peeked out from our protective den and ventured out looking for our Mama. We smelled a very strong odor that was new to us, but instinctively we followed our noses. A big, mean, noisy animal bothered us and we tried to warn it to leave us alone, but it wouldnít stop, so we tried real hard to spray it in the eyes, but our aim wasnít good enough and we didnít have enough spray to save ourselves. Luckily, the collective smell we made alerted the animalís human friend and it was taken inside the humanís den. We left our huddle in the corner and went off again following our noses. We went through a hole and found another human den that had many meow creatures. They didnít bother us so we ate some of their food. Then we crossed some real hard ground that had big, horrible, noisy monsters that moved real fast. There was our Mama laying in the middle of it all. We found it hard to get to her with monsters moving all over the place. Chanel ran to Mama and found her just lying there. She pushed her with her nose and stamped on her, but she wouldnít wake up. While running back to tell us, she was hurt by a monster. I was really scared now with Mama not waking up, Chanel hurt and Joy sick, never finding Aramis, and the rest of us were very hungry. We didnít know where to go. Could we find our den again? What would we do about Chanel? We stayed huddled in the bushes near Chanel and with Mama in sight and we were so hungry!

Then a monster stopped and a human stepped out of it to look at Mama, then talked to Chanel. The human was a nice female, not threatening at all, and she picked up Chanel. She looked around and came over to the bush because Chloe was stamping her feet noisily. She carefully picked us all up and put us in the monster and took us away. She put us together where it was warm and fed us warm milk just like Mamaís, and helped Chanel get better. We figured that she wasnít going to eat or hurt us, so we decided not to spray her. She squirt strange-tasting things in our mouths, put us in sweet-smelling water, picked fleas off of us, dried us off, and we felt safe enough to sleep.

Life with the female human was nice and safe. She taught us things that we needed to know and gave us a big place to live that had logs, bushes, dirt to dig in, and dens to hide in. We ate plenty of bugs and mice.

We got poked and pricked now and then, but it was all right. We trusted her, but we were getting older and bigger and we were changing and one day she took us somewhere else and left us. We knew what to do in that new place. There were no fast monsters, very few humans, and plenty of foods that we recognized and loved.

The human came back every day to look for us, but we just watched from our hiding place. We liked her, but didnít want anything to do with humans any more. We donít need them or any part of their strange life. We will do just fine on our own. . . . after all, we are SKUNKS!


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Reviewed by Walt Hardester 7/10/2007
I once asked a girlfriend what she wanted for her birthday, and she replied, "a skunk."
i called around to the pet stores in Atlanta and fournd her the most precious cinnamon colored baby. In Ga. we are not allowed to have black and whites. This skunk was so much fun as she grew she would do a few tricks like stand on hind legs for food and such. But the most fun was getting nose to nose and playing stamp your feet. She and I played this all the time. But I must add one other thing She was one sneaky little thief. Missing socks missing underwear missing anything could always be found in her den.
I enjoyed this story written from a skunks point of view.

Reviewed by Jeffery Jones 6/8/2007
Adopting the third-person limited omniscient point of view, A Tale From The Skunk's Side is full of innocence, love, and compassion. I read this story the day it was written and was stunned! The author just sat down and composed it as if she were merely replying to an e-mail, for example, yet it serves as one of the most effective uses of unreliable narrator Iíve read. Itís well said that ďthe author has spent so much time with these creatures that she knows how they thinkĒ because the story truly does capture a slice of life from the perspective of a rescue skunk. Half a dozen years later, I still canít read the story with out fighting back tears because this story provides a glimpse into what motivates wildlife rehabilitators to give their lives to serving animals in need.
Reviewed by Maria Hoyt 5/30/2007
Wonderful story. I felt like I was actually one of the little skunks. You sure know how to bring the reader right into the story.
Reviewed by Dave Anonymous 2/16/2007
Delightful story. You must really know the inner thinkings of a skunk to write like this. Such a loving and talented woman.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 2/6/2007
Delightful! :)

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