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Short Story: Madam X

"Dare to inquire and understand unexplored assumptions that govern your life."
 

                                  The Savage Mind
 
     The ultimate nature of pleasure is the act of skinning. To hear the  animal moan and cry. To see the fear in his eyes.  The senses of his predator are bound into a rush as his predator hears and sees his victim, a helpless fur animal, fight to save his coat and climax as he skins and lifts the fur bearer's coat in triumph and liberates his sensation. The rush is over until another fur animal moans, cries, and fearfully looks at his tormentor.

  
 The garment industry provides clothing  to protect the body; therefore, the need to protect the body with an animal coat is no longer a need for survival but  pleasure.
  The pleasure of fur coats is illustrated by the fur industry.  Advertisement does not disclose the middle picture  between the animal and the person wearing the fur coat.  For example: The fox, racoon, or wolf, to name a few, are trapped, killed, and skinned. Nature secures the animal with a thick coat to protect. These animals are trapped and captured. Once  captured these defenseless animals are skinned and left to rot. Imagine your skin ripped  off and worn. Human beings find that offense skinning other humans, but skinning a fellow friend, the animal, is acceptable.  Religion adds to the drama because written in the Torah, Bible, and Koran, we  dominate the animal kingdom. Religion offers justification to perform unspeakable acts to animals. Now, before the fur animal is skinned, most likely it is put to death by electrical shock to prevent the damage of the fur. The process of trapping and skinning are void of the consumer. Thus, the process does not show the abuse in advertising the fur.
Propaganda is illustrated by a pussycat model wearing a soft thick coat or a trim and the coat compliments and enhances the beauty of the cat woman. Not only her beauty, but she wears the coat as a symbol being affluent and stylish.   
The propaganda is distorted, false, and immoral. The model should  wear the skeleton of the animal; this horror  is not advertised by  brokers, and stores.

 

 If you have an interest in purchasing a fur coat or trim think of the process and suffering of the animal.  There is absolutely no justification to trap, kill, confine, and torture for any benefit to achieve pleasure or depicted as fashionable. When you see a coat graced by an attractive woman visualize  the skeleton of the animal. Our  coat is our skin which nature provides for us. Study the propaganda and advertisement of how  fur coats and fur trims are sold to the consumer.   

Is it necessary to  skin and steal a coat which nature has  provided through the course of evolution?
Why do you want to wear a fur coat or fur trim?
Why do we have a need to dominate opposed to sharing with the fur bearer? 


    ABOUT ANIMALS:

                               THE  FUR INDUSTRY
 
Before the invention of garments animal skins were  used to protect the human body from harsh elements.  Is it necessary today?
 

A more accurate picture of wearing a fur bearing animal. The middle is hidden from the consumer.

                        Propaganda model vs Truthful model

 

Animal                          Truth                              Pussycats

                                                     

a  fox, wolf, racoon        animal skinned            pussycat model

 

 natural coat                     trapped,captured              fur coat                                                                                                             

 thick coat

  alive                              tortured,skinned               fur trim

feelings                                   Dead.                         affluent pleasure

nature's                         best                                                                         dominates  the   animal    

                                                                            dead /alive.                                                      

                               China’s Culture of Cruelty

China’s long history of animal abuse is back in the spotlight as one Chinese county indiscriminately massacres every dog in sight—more than 50,000 in total-some right in front of their families. This and other appalling atrocities—such as feeding live sheep and chickens to tigers in zoos and skinning conscious animals, including dogs and cats, for their fur, which is then exported to the West—take place because China has no animal protection laws.

Tens of Thousands of Dogs Are Being Clubbed, Poisoned, and Electrocuted

In a hideously cruel response to an outbreak of rabies in late July, authorities in Mouding County in Southwest China ordered the killing of more than 50,000 dogs, including 4,000 who were immunized against the disease. Officials clubbed many animals to death in the street right before their guardians’ eyes. Animals who were not beaten mercilessly died equally violent, gruesome deaths by poisoning or electrocution.

PETA’s offices have been inundated over the years with calls from people around the world who are outraged by China's dog "exterminations." Eyewitnesses have noted that many dogs have died slow, agonizing deaths in these mass slaughters, which illustrate the nation's lack of adequate animal control plans. PETA’s offers to assist Chinese officials in implementing such plans—in order to avoid drastic, widespread killings—have not been accepted.

Other Common Atrocities

  • With the world's largest population of sheep, lambs, goats, and kids, China is the world's most prolific exporter of the hides of these animals as well as those of cows. In 2004, Chinese leather constituted more than one-third of all exported leather in the world.
  • China's live-animal markets are notoriously cruel. Animals of many species—from cats, dogs, birds, and boars to deer and even reptiles—are confined to wire cages in which they can barely move. Their slaughter is no less depraved. Animals are routinely skinned alive and hacked apart, piece by piece, until they bleed to death.
  • Wild animal parks housing tens of thousands of animals conduct live feedings of lions and tigers so that visitors can watch the gory spectacle.
  • About 7,000 Asiatic black bears—also known as Moon bears—are confined to tiny pens so small that they can't even move on China's more than 200 bear-bile farms. Although alternatives to their bile—which some people believe has healing properties—exist, bears are still subjected to crude surgeries in order to implant catheters or to create permanent holes in their abdomens.
  • China supplies more than half the monkeys imported to the U.S. for experiments, and that number has increased sevenfold in the last 10 years.
  • Your old furs could save an animal's life—and gain you a tax deduction!

Anxious to part with a relic from your unenlightened past? Is Aunt Mabel ready to make her closet a fur-free zone? Your tax-deductible donation of unwanted fur coats and stoles helps with our educational displays and anti-fur "fashion shows" and provides bedding for animals.

Unwanted furs may also help people in need. Because of the vast number of furs that we receive, we donate many of them to homeless people who can't afford to buy their own coats—the only people who have any excuse to wear fur. Every year, PETA holds a few "fur kitchens" at homeless shelters around the country, and we've even shipped hundreds of furs to help warm the women and children freezing in Afghanistan and Iraq.

Your donation will be tax deductible. Clean your closet—and clear your conscience—by simply mailing your unwanted furs to:

Attn.: Fur Campaign
PETA
501 Front St.
Norfolk, VA 23510

                          

                                                                                                                                                                                               

                                  THE SAVAGE MIND
                 

Seeking pleasure in the act of  torture favorite sport of Spain, Mexico, and Latin Cultures. 
                        

Bullfighting generates heated debate, with supporters arguing it is an important cultural tradition and critics decrying it as a blood sport that brutalizes animals.
 
There are three phases  involved in each bullfight. As the matador observes the bull's behavior, two picadors armed with lances enter the arena on horseback. The picador stab the bull's muscular neck to lower the animal's blood pressure. Bulls often charge a picador's horse, which is protected by heavy padding. Three bandoliers try to plant two barbed flags into the bull's flanks, weakening its neck and shoulder muscles through blood loss. The matador enters the ring with a sword and a traditional red cape. He uses his cape to taunt the bull in a series of close passes, demonstrating his control over the beast. The matador's work with the cape and sword is called fauna, which ends with the bull being stabbed between the shoulder blades and through the aorta or heart. The bull's body is dragged from the arena by three mules. In a small room behind the stadium, it is butchered and its meat sold to carnivores, or butcher shops.

 

   A poem

"Psychologically the brain is unchanged. Our savage instinct for pleasure dominates the sport of bull fighting. Bull fighting? The bull is trapped in the arena. The matador has no chance to compete with the bull in his natural habitat. The  sport  is staged, a thirst for blood like the days of Ceasar and the Gladiator.

                                 The Savage Mind

                Thousands come to the arena tickets in hand

               to see the show and hail  a tradition long ago

             from Spain, a sport like  the days of Rome

            to demonstrate man's  control over the beast

            a matador enters the ring with a mighty sword

           taunting the beast, a bull, using his red cape

          a series of close  passes the  proud matador

          control over the beast trapped in the  ring

         the matador works with his cape and sword

        his savage being stabbs the beast for blood 

       boast his courage heading to the  roaring crowd

      hailing the gladiator shouting for more and more

     the matador stabs the bull through the heart

     standing clapping shouting  more more

    as the gladiator flows blood to show his might

    as a coward stabbing the beast more than twice

    trapped in  Ceasar's arena  and no place to go  

    stabb, "kill him", thirst for blood shouts the crowd

    dragged from the arena by three mules

   the beast, the bull butchered by a few

   behind the stadium and the roaring crowd

   sliced for meat and sold to carnivores

  to satisfy the savage of the mind.

The Raccoon family is a story about a couple and four babies. Like a mother, she protects her young and provides the comfort they need. To the human family, a raccoon is a pest, a nuisance, but seeing a raccoon in action as a provider is something to admire. Raccoons have a great personality and possess  skills in gathering food by moving the tail rapidly. The beautiful white markings make this animal desirable for fur.

The story has three parts: 

  Part one:   A mother concerned about her environment found a new home next to a loving retired couple.

Part two:  The meeting of  two evil men who are  predators.  The fate of doom for Pappa is near. The attempt to kill and skin him for his coat. This part is disturbing. Over forty million animals are skinned to feed primitive illusions.

Part three: Sissy and her young ones are safe at home. Years later at a party the family found Pappa in a form of a Raccoon jacket and a belt. The belt is his thick tail with six brown rings. Sissy and her teenagers smell the odor of Pappa and returned him home and  re-united  to the  deep forest. The world seems not to care for  fur bearing animals.
Chapter 1 

                                     Hollow and Burrows

     " I found a new home love." Sissy bubbled with joy. 

     "Look. Tall trees and one in the middle are perfect for us. Yes, the middle tree is hollow and lots of burrows." Sissy looks lovingly at Pappa. 
     A retired couple nestled comfortably in their log home among tall trees and luscious green landscape near the outskirts of Ashland, Oregon.

     "Pappa, this is our best home for our new family. The couple of the log home is friends of us. Yes, I watch our neighbors closely before carving out our new home. Every morning she walks to the patio and sets the paper on the table. She reads every page and glances over the paper winking at an eye or two. Then she smiles showing her white ivory. We are not pest but  friends to her. We should feel safe here," Sissy smiled and puckered her lips for a kiss.

 Her lover responded and both embraced and danced in the hollow tree.

At dawn Sissy carefully gathered the ground for burrows. "My family must be comfortable," Sissy yawned and stretched her body. 

 "One, two, three, four," she counts her babies.

 The babies rested on top of lots of burrows, which made it soft and comfortable. Sissy took her hair brush and brushed her reddish brown hair.

"Oh, my hair is so thick," Sissy brushed her bushy hair.

"Now, my makeup and I’ll be ready to go." Sissy eyed her babies.

 Sissy took her make up and outlined her face striking white. "My love, how do I look?" Sissy smiled at her lover.

 Pappa smiled and napped on the thick burrows,  "You, are beautiful," her lover replied. 

     The  babies are almost old enough to be with her in the forest. Sissy carried them from birth by the nape of the neck, like a cat. Her babies were born in April, and Sissy being a good mother should have her babies weaned by summer. 

     Sissy happy with her new home for her young ones because soon her babies are weaned and ready to explore. 

    "Pappa, I am leaving and I should return soon. Look after the babies. I love you." Sissy waved good bye. 

     Sissy left her home and looked at her gorgeous five toes. She walked elegantly having one rear foot beside one front one. The lady of the log home gathered flowers and greeted Sissy with a wink and a smile.

     "I feel so safe," Sissy viewed the burrows and grubs for the day.

     She is happy with her achievement in finding  a new home.  

     "I hope this will be my last move. I am tired of moving. We are among people who love us, and they do not consider us pest." Sissy sighed of relief.

     Every day she would gather nuts, grapes, and grubs for her family. She wetted her five toes and felt the touch of the stream, and after she checked the stream, she would wash her food feeling for the unusable matters. 

     "I am happy the food is clean. My family should have the best," Sissy proud of her sense of feel. 

       The babies were weaned and it is time for them to explore the stream edge and the forest surrounding the tall trees. It was late summer and the babies wandered about sniffing, looking, and followed mother everywhere. 

     One morning Sissy left as usual to gather food. The babies followed her and imitated every move placing the rear foot beside the front foot. Suddenly, Sissy heard rustling of two feet among the bushes close by the stream edge. It was two men with some metal gadget. 

    "What is that metal the man has in his hands?"Sissy whispered.

     "I do not know," the youngster smiled.

     "Shush, be still, they are talking. I am trying to listen to what they have to say?" Sissy placed her finger on her lips.

     The short man placed a metal gadget of some sort on the ground. "Damn, these fur bearings are difficult to catch. I hope these traps will catch one of them. The company needs more business and without a fur bearer today we will not make our quota," the short man screeched. 

     "Yes, we  place enough trappings to catch a few. Be careful,  you do not step in one of them," the tall man laughed placing his right  hand on his  right hip.

     Sissy saw the man placing the metal traps. Her eyes fearful, heart pounding, and  realized her  babies are in danger. 

     "Children, listen. These men are evil and they put trappings all over the place. I do not know where. Follow me and let us go the other way. It will take some time to go around the stream edge to our home." Sissy whispered to her young ones. 

     The  babies followed their mother around the stream edge opposite from where the traps were set.  Carefully they  walked through the forest and the stream edge. 

     "Be careful, because the evil men can find us by our claw marks. Yes, young ones your hind foot makes a print because your toes and heel pad is joined. So, walk softly if you can," Sissy instructed.

     Pappa waited for Sissy. 

     "It is late; where is my love and my young ones?" Pappa looked out the hollow tree.

     "Where is my love and my babies?" Pappa cried.

      "I feel so sad and worry  for my family. I must go out and look," Pappa walked.
 

 Chapter 2

                                             Skinning

  "The ultimate nature of pleasure is to hear the fur animal moan and cry. To see the fear in his eyes.  The senses of the predator are bound into a rush as the predator hears and sees his victim, a helpless fur animal, fight to save his coat as the predator climax as he skins and lifts his coat in triumph achieving a sensation of his pleasure.  The rush is over until another fur bearing animal moans, cries, and fearfully looks at his tormentor, mankind, which is part of him." Deanna 

     Pappa left the hollow tree and went around the stream edge and looked for his family. Pappa’s heart beat fast as he followed the tracks and a few miles of traveling Pappa noticed the tracks and stops. "Where is my love?" Pappa asked. 

As he rested and moved his rear foot beside his front foot. Bang, Bang the trap went off. Pappa in pain moved from one side to another. "Oh, I am hurt. I am in so much pain. Please help me," Pappa sobbed wetting his coat.

The short man heard the snap and shook his friend on his shoulder. "Hey, we got one. I hope it is a good one. Let see what we have," the short man boasted. Both men walked to the trap and saw Pappa defenselessly and  helplessly  laying on a bush. Pappa could not get out of the trap. The short man walked to Pappa and laughed loudly, " Well, well, what do we have here?"

"Please, save me. I have a family to go to. Please help me from this trap." Pappa begged.
"We set the trap to get you," the short man replied. "Why do you want to hurt me." Both men laughed and boasted. "Fellow, I want your rough coat. You have a reddish  fur coat and a bushy tail with six brown rings. Look at your face, a black mask outlined in white. Friend, you bear a rough coat.  You will make us money. Your reddish brown coat is what we need," the short man stood over Pappa.  

Pappa in distress begged the men for compassion. "Please sir, have mercy on me. Without my coat, Sir, I will die. I need my coat. Please let me live." Pappa begged for his coat.

 The men placed Pappa in a large portable iron cage shackled, and Pappa's mouth was clamped shut with a metal device. Pappa was a prisoner and his fate in the hands of those two men.

"Thank God, his mouth is clamped. I do not want to hear him anymore. Did you see his eyes? This raccoon is in total fear and really scared about his coat. Man, this animal's heart must be pounding. I am so happy that we have the catch. This is a good day for us. Let us take the raccoon to the cabin and skin him. He sure has a  good rough coat. Some lady will be happy wearing such racoon fur. This is the most rugged reddish brown coat I have ever seen," the short man laughed.

Five minutes  later the two men arrived at their worn-out log cabin. The log cabin was nestled among tall trees and a  stream filled with timber. The men pirated electricity and inside the cabin, the place was furnished sparsely with oak kitchen table, two chairs, mattresses, and a worn out comforter. The  odor in the cabin smelled like a beer tavern. Along the side of the mattresses was tabled about six feet in length and three feet in width. The table was stained with blood of other fur bearings, and on the table laid two types instruments.  The instruments were for slicing so that the fur remains flawless.

"Okay, let us have a drink before we tackle the job." The short man looked rough with his thick reddish beard and took two bottles of whiskey. "John, have a whiskey."

"Thank you Jack," replied John.

"We need to drink  before we fry him," said Jack handing John the whiskey.

Pappa was  shackled and muzzled and could not move in his cage. Pappa’s heart pounded and his body trembled. Pappa was trapped laying on his stomach with his two front feet shackled. His little shoulders were titled forward and his gorgeous black face with the white marking laid helpless on the bottom of the metal cage with his thick tail tucked to his side. Pappa cramped in his cage agonized over his family.

 "Oh, I wonder how my love is, "I love my family, so much. Never to see them again is un imaginable," Pappa thought. 

 "Let us finish the job so that we can go home." John smiled.

The two approached the table and lifted the cage on the table. John grabbed and jolted the cage with his right hand, and with great force slammed the cage on the table. Pappa was so scared of the throw that he could hear his own heart throb.

Jack took Pappa out of the cage and placed him on the table.  Pappa ‘s face was muzzled, and his front feet were shackled, as he laid helplessly, and  as he looked at his tormentors, he begged for mercy.

 "John, plug in the cord while I shove this end in his ass," taking the front of the instrument and placed it in Pappa’s ass.

"Hold still, you idiot, how can I shove this in your ass when you move?" Jack shouted at Pappa and smacked him on his face. 

  Pappa resisted and Jack hit him with his fits to stop him from moving. Pappa dropped his head, and Jack checked the position of the instrument. John moved the muzzle from Pappa and placed a part of some sort in his mouth and plugged the cord in the wall. The electricity from the cord sizzled and fried Pappa’s inside out.

"Hold on until he is completely fried,"John laughed. 

 "Did you hear his insides pop and crackle. Man, his organs popped and  did you hear his blood sizzle?" Jack joined John in a good laugh.

Pappa is dead and Jack took the instrument from Pappa’s mouth and ass. John took Pappa and threw him on a matt. "See, the fur is not disturbed. "Smack, crackle, and pop. Yes, this raccoon will bring us good money. Take a look at his reddish fur and his thick tail," Jack unplugged the cord and opened  two small bottles of whiskey. Both men sat at the table and toast  with a loud click of  whiskey bottles. The two men celebrated drinking whiskey and boast of the bang of the trap and Pappa being fried inside  out.

"The only good raccoon is a dead raccoon," John's last words as both men drunk  themselves to  sleep.

The following day at dawn John and Jack, after a few cups of strong coffee, took Pappa and laid him on his back. Pappa looked so peaceful with his white markings and brown rings around his thick tail.

  "John, let us skin this beast and take our prize to the broker." Jack sipped his coffee. "Good idea," John replied. Jack took an instrument and skinned Pappa perfectly not disturbing any marking of his coat. Blood drained and organs removed. The last was Pappa’s skeleton. Jack dumped Pappa’s remains in a sack and tied it firmly. Then Jack dug a hole in the back of the cabin, dropped the remains, and covered  it up with sand.

 "John, bring the ice chest here," Jack lifted Pappa with his right  arm. 

 "Okay," John replied. John took Pappa’s coat and his thick tail and placed him in the ice chest.

"We should be proud of  our job.  Let us go, and tomorrow we’ll look for another. Hopefully, we will have another catch. We did well setting those traps." Jack took the ice chest. The men laughed and left the cabin with Pappa's fur coat.
Chapter 3

                               Pappa at the party

Sissy took her babies safely home to the hollow tree. She looked around for  Pappa. She left the hollow tree and circled around chasing her thick tail.

 "Sweetheart, my love, the babies are safe. Sorry, we are late but men with evil intent set traps all over the place."  She said and nestled her body close to her babies.

 Mother placed her babies on the burrows and gave them food after she took the matter out. She fed the babies and she snuggled close wrapping her thick reddish brown tail around her baby tails. The babies slept with one eye open.

Two years passed and Sissy grieved the loss of her only love.  The world is a dangerous place. The two long legged captured Pappa. "What did the men do with Pappa" Sissy asked her daughter who grew into a fine teenager.

Two and one half years from Pappa’s disappearance Sissy saw the woman of the log home talk to a young decorator. The decorator brought a huge colonnade and fine linen to wrap around the large ornate arch.

"Thank you for coming. It is our  anniversary  and a few friends are invited. The setting is for fifty people. The linen must complement the lavender table runners and chair sashes," the lady of the house instructed the decorator.

On the table  was fresh flowers and lots of baby breath. I want the gazebo’s graced with ferns and the adornment of baby breath on top. In addition, long elegant six feet Garland of lavender, sage, and pink all around the gazebo and pillars," the lady hands her instruction.

 "Do not forget to rent a dance floor and place the floor in the middle of the grass lawn patio..  The stream is a good back drop for our event. The sound of nature and the flowing of the stream will relax the guest," the lady smiled.

The following day the decorator came to put the plan together for the party. It took a whole day to set things up and the decorator finished the final touches.

 "The party is tomorrow," Sissy said to her teenagers. "We must be very quiet and not be seen," she whispered.

The party is on. Beautifully decorated. White flowing table cloths with lavender runners and chair sashes to match. The ribbon of each sash flows almost to the floor. Small lights, lost of tulle wrapped around the colonnades. The lady and man of the house used the colonnades as a back drop. The head table eloquently decorated.  The D.J. offered a selection of romantic ballads and classical music of various artists such as Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart, and List. Sissy watched from the hollow tree.


 

One by one the guest are seated.

"Do you see that?" Sissy whispered. "Look at the coats of those people," Sissy was worried.

 "Yes, mother," the female replied.

 "Fox and minks," Sissy said quietly. 

 "But look at that blonde. What coat is she wearing?" Sissy asked and panicked.

"A raccoon jacket wrapped with a belt. Do you think that is Pappa?" mother asked.

The teenagers depressed having no father and not knowing what to do get very excited. "Pappa is home?" the daughter cried.

 I do not know but the blonde is wearing a raccoon jacket with a belt "Sissy respond.

"Look, the young man is taking all the coats and hats from the guest," Sissy’s said softly.

 Sissy and her teens circled in panic, and the youngest ran into the crowd. Her brothers and sisters followed. Sissy immediately followed her children. "Children, stop," Sissy yelled. "Stop," she screamed.  The teenagers ran wild to the place where the coats were kept and took the raccoon jacket with the belt.

 One of the guests yelled, "Raccoons."

 The lady remained calm  and said in soft voice: "Yes, raccoons live here and we share the forest and the stream edge with them."

A fat man with a cane ran after Sissy hoping to beat her with a stick. "The only good raccoon is a dead raccoon," the man said in a deep voice.

 Sissy and her young leaped in between tables and chairs. One guest stood on a chair and yelled. "Get these ugly beasts out of here."

Food and drinks spilled on the table and all the decorations on the table were scattered and glass broken in thousand pieces.  

"Pappa, Pappa, we have you." The teenager squealed.

 "I smell you Pappa. I  know your smell and the marking on  your coat and tail," she cried.

The female has the jacket and belt in her mouth, like a cat, and weaved in and out around the tables and underneath the chairs. Her brothers paved the way for her to take Pappa safe at the hollow tree.

"Finally, we have Pappa."

The lady of the house asked the guest to remain calm and ordered the maintenance to straighten things out. The party ended shortly and the cleaning crew cleaned the mess thoroughly. After three hours the place was clean and back to normal.

 Sissy and her teens were so scared of the fat man with the cane.  "Did you see that man with the cane? He would have killed us." Sissy holds her teen tight.

"Let us sleep and put that experience behind us." Sissy embraced the raccoon jacket and belt. She held  the raccoon jacket close and said, "Oh, Pappa what did they do to you, my love. I smell you, my love.  

Six weeks later while Sissy was searching for  burrows,  she saw a man setting a trap all throughout the stream edge. Not knowing how much he set Sissy decided to move her teens somewhere else. Suddenly, Sissy heard the trap go off. It is her daughter, Minnie. She was caught in the trap and was not able to move fought with her tail. The man was nowhere in sight, and Sissy ran to the lady of the house. The young mother circled around until the lady saw her in distress.

 "What is it dear?" the lady asked. Sissy whirled around and ran to the trap. The lady followed and found Minnie in the trap. The lady slowly removed the trap until the man stopped her.

 " Laura, I set the traps to help you get rid of the pest. I have a new career as a raccoon catcher" the man laughed.

 "What, you are helping me?" Laura raised her voice. 

 "Yes, that evening  those pests destroyed your party. Let me help you catch them. They make good fur coats," the  man boast.

"Are you out of your mind.  Raccoons are my friends. To use an animal for a selfish purpose is immoral." Laura responded. "

 The fur broker does not think so. This raccoon is profitable. I can get three fur trims from this raccoon, " the man said.

 "Get out, you are an evil.  Get off  my property. Never come here again," the lady yelled. The man left with his cane.

"Move quickly into the  forest with your young," Laura said tearfully. Sissy took her teens and departed into the forest. She carried Pappa in her mouth, like a cat.

"This is a dangerous world. The lady saved your