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"I smell skunk!" called Jason.
"I smell Skunk!" called Braedon.
"I just said that," Jason said as he scrambled down from their loft.
"Yuk, it's stronger down here!"
"My eyes sting!"
"God, who let a skunk in," called Joe. It was only 6 in the morning and everyone was up, coughing, rubbing eyes, and rushing outside.
"I've never smelled anything so strong or so rancid!" I cried as tears flowed.
"Me, too!" wailed Jason and Braedon together. But we were wrong, for just then Sally came whimpering up.
"Down Sally!" Joe scolded as Sally rubbed at his legs. She dropped to her belly and whined.
"She stinks" said Braedon.
"She caught a skunk," observed Jason.
"Yes, yes, yes," agreed Joe, "and you two are going to have to take her to the ditch to wash her."
"No, way! It's cold!" said Jason.
"Yah," echoed Braedon, "It's cold!"
"Well, water alone wont help," I said, "We'll need to use some tomato juice on her first and I don't know if once is all she'll need."
She didn't. Three sets of tomato wash, ditch water, shampoo, and ditch water, again, were needed. When finished, Sally still had the hint of musk, but not bad, as long as you didn't rub her back or let her lay right next to you. She continued with a hint of musk for almost two months.
