“SKUUUNK!”. Their faces went pale.
“Everybody OUT!”, yelled father.
We waited outside. The skunk waited inside.
Time passed.
“I’m going in,” I said. They gasped.
Silence greeted me at the door.
The pie on the kitchen table was still warm.
I ate it.
All.
“Meow,” went the skunk.
I grinned.
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