This masked man--make that kid--tromped around on my back porch this morning along with his six brothers and sisters. Mama stood aways off, encouraging a life of crime.
When I stepped out the door, they all split. "Cheez it! It's the fuzz!" one of them hissed.
Dreamer here didn't get the memo. He lingered, singing to himself, "I've been workin' on the railroad...," until he realized that he'd been skunked by his rat kin.