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Raccoons Adventures

I had mentioned to a friend that I had been inspired to start writing a story. He asked me to share it. After some thought, I figured I'd give it a shot. I do want to ask that any comments please be kept polite, any rude comments will be removed right off. So, with all of that out of the way, below is what I have written thus far:



It was a regular summer day, clouds were moving in, rain and thunder was expected. I was away from home, as I often was, visiting with friends whom I've known for many years. I was outside watching the rain, being quite the weather enthusiast. For being a raccoon, you don't always see me outside especially in the rain, but, I had wanted to see a good thunderstorm. Normally I was always busy doing other things, but this time I had the chance to be outside and watch mother nature at her best. As I had mentioned, I like watching storms. They were always something I had found interesting. Unlike other raccoons, I didn't hide during a rainstorm. There was always something about them that I found to be pretty. The actions of mother nature, just always showed me something new. Now as time went by, I found that I wasn't the only raccoon that was different. I met this young female raccoon that shared my thoughts that there was more beauty to nature in the world that what we were taught.



Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is JB. How did I become a raccoon that thinks outside the traditions? Well, I suppose I had better explain before I get too far ahead of myself. Growing up, I always thought that there was more to life than being like everyone else that was a raccoon. I always wondered, "Why should we all be the same?" See, growing up for me meant I was just like everyone else. But I didn't feel like that. I always felt that somehow I was different. But being different meant that there was something wrong with me, and made other raccoons afraid of me. We were taught that other animals, being different, were not to be trusted or to be allowed to be friends.

I didn't agree with that idea so, other raccoons tend to stay away from me. They were always afraid to learn new things, and afraid to be out and make friends with other animals, or even watch a thunderstorm, those were just things that we didn't do. I never understood why, it was just the way things were, and everyone accepted it. Everyone, that is, except me. And so began my adventures into the world, a world of wonder.

Once I was old enough to be out on my own, I left the home I knew, and the family that had shown me how to be a raccoon. I had begun to see a world full of new things. It was amazing, facing everything that I was taught to be frightened of. I didn't always have good luck, but that never stopped me. The world was like a giant forest, such amazing things to see, nothing like was described to me growing up. I began to realize that my family was living in fear of the things that they didn't understand. Over time, I had learned a lot of animals had been able to get along well, despite them being different.



Which brings me to how I met my friends. I had the honor of meeting a very wise and kind animal. No, he wasn't an owl, but he was a bird. Now normally, small animals like me would fear the eagle but, he had shown me that there was nothing to fear about him. Instead, he began to teach me about the world for what it was. His name, was Dale. He treated me as if I were a member of his family. This took some time to get used to of course. He was the first animal to accept me for who I was inside, and not hate me for being a raccoon. He introduced me to a bear he called his brother. I didn't understand at the time how a bear could be his brother, but soon learned that one didn't have to be the same to be called family. I learned a lot of things from the great eagle. It was he that showed me the wonders of nature, and the beauty that came with a thunderstorm.
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