hand-written

Whether a colorful letter or the seemingly rudimentary marks of a raccoon,

we use our prehensile hands to fashion things, each according to his ability.

The raccoon is good at picking up his food and washing it prior to committing it to

his stomach.

That's what the average person believes is just about the sum and substance

of a coon's facility with his feet (hands). But here in the raccoon district we know

of the subterranean workshops where the raccoons fashion intricate suits of armor

using forging techniques known to early man.

We know, because we hear the "tink-tink-tink" of tiny hammers on anvils deep beneath our streets. We hear their suspicious chanting. It isn't much of a stretch

to imagine what they're up to.

It is believed that the sewer raccoons are only waiting for the big coon

to come up from Chicago, the really BIG coon for whom the blind Waukesha coon king (down in the sewer) is acting only as a surrogate; and all are waiting, waiting.......................and, w-a -i -t-i-n-g.

to be continued