On my way home yesterday morning after a late-night party, I accidentally hit a raccoon with my car. I stopped to see if there was anything that could be done to save the poor creature, but it just lay there on the threshhold of death's door. Reluctantly, I got a shovel from the trunk and put him out of his misery. Out of respect, I buried him deep in the woods so no predators would devour his mangled corpse.
Lying in my bed later that day, I wondered if he was in heaven resting peacefully amongst the angels. I also wondered why he was wearing a mailman's uniform.
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