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The furry buggers were arguing loudly and chasing each other around the trellis. Ingrid, my landlady, yelled that the raccoons were fighting. They were not fighting. Love was in the air and they were practising making babies. I told Ingrid she'd better hurry if the Spring babies were to grow up to be fine citizens of Carp, Ontario.

Donna LaPointe: on 2014-01-28 16:47:00

Oh, what a cutie!

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