From my kitchen window I spied a skunk rummaging amidst my neighbor's flower bed. There was a toddler out in the yard, all of three years old, playing with some toys. The child heard the rustling of the leaves and went to investigate. At first the skunk moved away and then, later, out of that mutual curiosity, eventually came closer. The child kept his hand out and the skunk sniffed it. The infant's face showed no signs that this was a formidable creature. There were no tears, agitation, or accompanying facial distortions, although I waited - from afar. This went on for about ten minutes before the mother emerged from inside the house and, seeing the skunk, shrieked the child's name. Just then the tail of the skunk went up, spraying his own name nature gave him, and scampered off. The child screamed and the mother, not knowing what else to do, ran over and spanked the child's butt, whisking her off to the back of the house, Wisdom under the arm of Knowledge.
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