Chapter 1 - The House in the Graveyard
“Do you want to be a raccoon for the rest of your life?” Marjorie asked. “I suppose I hadn’t thought of that; perhaps you decided that you would prefer life as a raccoon to life as a little boy.”
The raccoon in the basket would not stop wiggling. Marjorie supposed that she could not blame it for being angry; she, herself, would not have been pleased to be in such a place.
Happily, the walk home from the forest was straightforward, cutting through the graveyard. She had taken precautions to make the critter’s trip tolerable, scattering bits of cu…
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