I remember walking to school in San Francisco one morning - Cal Bird had been using some Australian Opossum in his tying demonstration at the club that weekend - when I spotted a freshly thumped Opossum lying near the curb...
I scanned the surrounding houses quickly for mean old ladies, then whipped out the ever-present dull Buck knife and skinned the corpse in between an 81' Honda and a T-Bird.
What was left over (after pocketing my booty) was a naked pink torso that might have passed for a small dog or cat... Fearing reprisal, I melted into the underbrush as quickly as I could ....I just knew that Madam Flauntleroy was liable to fetch her paper and see me preparing her missing tabby for the barbeque....
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