My Adventure with Abby

There we were—-Abby and I—-enjoying our walk in the soggy, muggy night. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I see a black rodent with a white stripe of DOOM down its back. The skunk was amidst the green grassy lawn we were just about to pass. Frozen in my tracks, I looked around for an odour-free escape. To my right was a road currently hosting a variety of passing cars—-no luck there. I turned to my left, which wasn’t going to provide us any help; that was where the skunk was headed.

Seeing my impending smell-rich doom closing in on Abby and I, I positioned myself as far away from the skunk as possible, on the far right side of the sidewalk. We waited. And waited. Because the skunk knew it had the upper hand, she took her sweet-ass time doing whatever skunks do at night. Wondering what our next plan of action would be, I heard something. A rhythmic pattern filled the muggy air, and soon joggers materialized from behind me. They passed Abby and I with a what-the-fuck-are-these-people-doing look painted on their faces.

“Why the hell are they just standing on the far right of the sidewalk? They possibly couldn’t hear us”, the faces continued to scream.

The pair of joggers then passed near the skunk’s location, causing it to go back into hiding. Success! Abby and I made it the rest of the way home, stink-free.

And that's my story.