Watch how this raccoon transforms – if only for a moment – at the end of the clip as he makes his escape with hands full of pilfered cat food.
It’s like he’s suddenly for a surreal moment a small man running in a fur suit.
So much fun, seeing where fairy tales come from!
I’ve been living in my new digs on Mount Tabor for about two and a half weeks, now.
I am such a nerdy nerd! These ground-level/basement rooms feel so very much like a hobbit hole – I have my own ground-level front door, lovely thick carpets on the floor and an antique wood stove while my little space burrows slowly and cozily back into the hill under the great pile of a house up above. It’s quite nice here. The view is spectacular and my new housemates are delightful.
But I must admit to feeling homesick for North Portland. No doubt these surrounds will grow on me with time. But currently I feel a bit like I’ve moved to the edge of the world way up here on the old cinder cone… everything feels so far away and watch your step or you might just fall off!
A young member of the devil-class once mused…
“What’s with all these holy men we read about in all the old books, eschewing shoe shops in all their bare-naked foot-washing abandon? Probably just a means to root out the hornier ones amongst them; keep their lascivious pokers out in the open, out of their tight little holy places. Nowadays seems it’s a means to maybe save all the sweet young holies for themselves, rather… Save all their bare-naked soles by delivering them from their innocence with lashings of holy excrescence. I mean, just look at the news these days if’n you don’t believe me!”
He then told me how his grandfather had come home once, all undone and in a huff, betrayed by his lack of sartorial guile and human feet. “All it takes boy is just one hoof… just a single hoof in plain sight.”
Such a fate was not for this clever one, though. Being a more modern, forward-thinking sort of devil and hip to all the latest trends & fashions in footwear he thought to conceal all of his churlish character within a small, hoof-like nail on a single toe of his left foot.
Perhaps the moral of all this is to say something about the modern mind — praise it condemn it as you may — everyone so concerned and pre-occupied with the devilish retail wrappings and conditions of one another’s feet.
Time to fire this blog back up. It’s been a while and a lot has changed on my end… And continues to change, no doubt. You can never step in the same river twice, and so on.
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