It ain't easy bein' white............
or even grey.
Not when The Big Coonmaker in the sky intended me to be brown with a black mask. This dismal existence is a curse. I walk around with my tail between my legs. Mostly I hang around in sewers or treetops. I am so misunderstood, it's pathetic. It has, however, made me as sensitive as a raccoon can be for other creatures who feel they should be something other than what they are.
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