🦝 the Disgruntled Raccoon can WRITE 🦝

🗞️News just in... My secondhand laptop 💻 finally died, thankfully my mom

was open to letting me use her old laptop.... Which contrary to telling me it was slow, it works faster than my other one ever did, secondly the one she sent me is FUCKING huge and getting used to the format of it is HARD 💀 not my favorite thing, but, but, but it works so that's all I needed it to do 😮‍💨

Anyway! Been mulling over a story idea for roughly a few consecutive months, doubted it, got excited, procrastinated. Everything you would think I needed to do to be able to write 🥴 silly me. But anyway here's the first bit. I have yet to work out the title but I'm loving how it's moving along 😂 also I added some art and the comparison photos I took of the two laptop keyboards... There's definitely a BIG difference

(The story 🔽)

Once upon a…. Wait, hold on I don’t think this is a fairy tale is it?

Who knows, but hello there! I am Raccoon.. Yes an actual raccoon or a trash panda if you will, no it’s not satire… Although that would probably sell more copies, the scratching of charcoal against the greasy wrapper from the hamburger I had eaten earlier in the day (Which would be evening to twilight to my non nocturnal readers) halted, I had been writing on a food wrapper I had scavenged out of what a city dwelling raccoon informed me was a dumpster.

My furry face morphs into a contemplative expression, tapping my chin. I scurry about my small den beneath a weathered old birch thinking about selling my life’s story as a satirical novel to distract my fellow creatures from the destruction that the hairless two leg mammals are wreaking on our precious habitats; with their monstrous highways and heinous things my dear friend Opossum calls automobiles which I lost my mate and kits to many a fortnight ago, I approached my desk again, spitting on my paws slicking my ears back and resumed writing.

Perhaps it should be satire… but that would mean to make light of trauma and my great loss of life belonging once to my family of four kits and my mate, so I shall not be making my tragedy into a laughable mockery for the sake of it, so I am indeed a raccoon and this is my story, read it or don’t I could give a field mouse’s droppings.

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