There was a SKUNK on the track tonight.
On the first lap.
It was dark.
And CC and I are trotting along.
When we see what looks like a cat.
With a white stripe on its tail.......
RUN, GO! IT'S A SKUNK. MOVE IT! GO!
There's a skunk on the track.
Every time we came to the end zone, we would slow to a trot and look.
Do you see it?
There it is, RUN!
Or, there it is, CUT THROUGH THE GRASS!
In two miles, we did that eight times.
This is a funny town.