Mr. R, the Raccoon.

In my previous little cottage apt, there lived 2 Raccoons in between the ceiling and the roof, Mr. & Mrs. R. (perhaps). They ran marathon at night, above the ceiling, in the wall, sometimes even cracked nuts rhythmically. In a foggy summer day, they'd come check out the whimsy peach tree in the little front yard, surely, it was a bit too bitter for their taste...... So, every once a while, Mr. R keep popping in my head, did nothing much, just unpack his travel pouch, pull out a thermos and make some tea.....