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Can a shy, retiring teacher from the big city find true happiness in the small town of Wilkesboro NC, which even the locals call "Moonshine Capital of the World."

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Friday, April 06, 2007

Blaine the Groundhog is dead ....

... I am afraid. But honestly, the lummox had nothing to do with it. Much to his regret.

It was about 10 tonight when I decided to take the lummox for a walk. It's supposed to go down to 20 tonight so I thought it would be fun. He thought so too.

He was full of vim and vigor and took off down the steep hill in front of the house, down to where Blaine's hole is. He snuck up on it very quietly and then stuck his head in the hole. Taking his time he inserted nearly his whole body into the lair. Blaine did not appear to be at home, so I pulled the lummox out and we headed on through the field into the UPS depot by Moravian Creek. Lummox loves to pee on the UPS trucks, which he hates for some reason.

As we came out of the depot lummox went into his killer crouch and approached something dark in the road. It was the carcass of a groundhog laying in a pool of blood. He must have been struck by one of the trucks. Lummox rushed forward and grabbed the carcass and began to shake it with surprising force (he is a killer you know). I got him to drop it and pulled him away.

I can't be sure, but Blaine was the only groundhog in our neighborhood, so I assume that was him. Killed while coming home late in the evening.

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