Ringo's Side

One night in late October, Friday night, to be exact, Ringo was up and about and cleaning his house. He was doing the fall cleaning, a great time to do so, the time being just before the great fishing of salmon. Ringo was hosting it this year and he wanted his house nice for his friends.

Now all of his friends were clean freaks and they all had to do certain things or they would feel dirty and that would make them go crazy. They all had to wash thier food in the creek so that it wouldn't be poisened. They had to keep leaves from their cave to keep things tidy. They had to remove any dead things from their property. Or anything in the way.

And that was what Ringo was doing this very night. There was a big boulder sitting right in front of his doorway and he knew they would notice it. So, tonight he thought he would move it to his arch enemys tree, the squirrel. Right where he would land, jumping down from his tree. Hopefully he would die.

So he started to work, but it was heavier then he expected. He pushed and shoved and worked all night long. Twice he fell on his face and once he rolled it over his toe. But by the dawns light he still hadn't gotten it down to his enemies tree.

He was so tired, and he knew the squirrel would be leaving his nest soon. He leaned against the boulder to rest his aching limbs. But he had only rested for 30 seconds when the boulder rolled away from him! It was rolling towards the creek! He started to run after it and then stopped. It was going too fast and he was too tired.

It rolled into the creek and then there was an explosion. The red salmon flew into the sky and came down a few minutes later. There was a few screams and a car door slamming coming from the road. But Ringo didn't care. He was ready for bed, he would worry about it in the nighttime.
Ringo crawled into bed and curled his tail around his nose.

Ringo the Raccoon was asleep.