Frosty [antikvár]

"here comes the coon's mama!" a youngster called to his family, indicating me with a jerk of his thumb. As of that moment I ceased to be an individual in my own rigiht and began playing second fiddle to a wild animal baby no larger than a mother cat's fuzzy month-old kitten. Fumiy thing was that I loved it. Now, not everyone can play second fiddle to a raccoon. You aren't always given the opportunity. K you are camping, he may emerge from the depths of the forest to steal your food. If you happen to hve in the forest, as I did, he will call on you regularly and beg for a handout. But not many people become hopelessly adopted. I was. That is, until a certain night, I was. But in the beginning, to the thousands of folk who came to vacation ia tihis big California redwood state park, I was less a lady ranger than a ways and means 7