Home Handyman Meets Skunk

A dripping tap can drive you mad, all day and night it goes. My youngster is a clever lad, attached a lengthy hose. And, by the time the hose filled up a new problem arose, the cistern spills out from the top, a faulty valve won't close. The baby's nappy went into the toilet's wide-mouthed drain, was followed by a tiny shoe and if this sounds insane, you should have been at our house last week when lights went dim, the wire chewed by one lone mouse who looked extremely grim. And when I had reset the switch the dog outside went crazy, she was a pretty noisy bitch but normally quite lazy. A rotten stench had now appeared, I stepped outside to see. There found what I'd surmised and feared, the dog was running free. Around the house she carried on, that horrid smell got stronger, so from my truck I got the gun, this could not wait much longer. A father skunk, all black and white, had found his way inside, a single bulb, not too much light was here my only guide. The shotgun made by Remington, 12 gauge and buckshot shells, I aimed and fired quickly then, which did increase the smells. The sound was dull, somewhat subdued, six bullets brought him down. It was a day when trouble brewed and I was now the clown. All lights went out, I will be frank, I'd shot the furnace feed that carried oil from the big tank to heat the house in need of winter warmth when nasty blizzards and arctic cold snaps threaten, one does not have to be a wizard to know there will be frettin' at minus twenty with no heat and no electric power. I was now staring at defeat and very late the hour. Five children huddled in one bed, the Misses lit the cooker, propane tanks standing in the shed, installed by Cecil Booker. The flash of name was just what I required in this drama, so in a while Cecil stopped by, he hailed from Alabama. We fixed the line and where it had sprayed into the connection, on frozen bellies worked like mad but from that main direction the gagging odour was too much, the lad now took the lead, threw up his dinner, and as such we had an equal need. The day was saved and we got drunk, old Cecil stayed the night. If you have never smelled a skunk some lucky day you might.