Raccoon on chair

  Raccoon on chair

  Not the happiest animal in the gentle woodlands.  A advertising exec came over to help handle him and he nearly tore the studio apart.  My brother came to help-made of a little sterner stuff_ and we held the animal on the chair and got a few sheets of film.

  I shook him loose next to the storm drain in the street.  Once he was free of the capture stick, he had a long thought about attacking rather than disappearing into the drain.  Good sense prevailed.  He left.

  If raccoons were the size of dobermans, they would be as extinct as sabre-toothed tigers.