The vile smelling raccoon I moved up the 61 steps from the lake to the road is gone.
I realized that the garbage men would be offended by the pail containing the body. I needed to find someone with an open truck to move the can and bury the body as far as possible from my dogs, so I called Leonard (the neighbour who plows my road) and asked for help. He came right away and said he didn't need to be paid. Now that is neighbourly!
I delivered a chocolate cake and a serving of rhubarb crisp to him at suppertime. Small recompense for solving a big stinker of a problem.
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