The day my adventure began, I didn't have a name. I didn't know I needed one! There I was all by myself, playing in the street. Before I knew it, I was in someone's arms and they were saying something about a baby raccoon (me, I guess). The next thing I knew, my name was "Angus" and Bett was my mother!
We did everything together. I especially loved when we took a shower. I would sit on the edge of the tub and occasionally, Mom would splash me with water. When she finished with her shower, she would push the stopper in the tub and fill it with a few inches of water so I could play awhile. I loved it! The highlight of my day! (Quite a statement for a nocturnal creature, huh?)
One day, everyone was at work and I was bored. The day seemed endless. My thoughts strayed to romping in the tub but I was home alone. Wait! I've always considered myself intelligent, smarter than most. I've watched how it's done. It's easy! Yes! I can do it!
Well, here goes. Let's see. Turn on the water. That was easy! I'll jump in the tub and land on the stopper. It worked! I'm in business! That was great. Now I'll go back downstairs for a little siesta.
What's all the commotion? What water running down the stairs? Who's kitchen ceiling is soaking wet? Who could have done such a thing to these nice people? It's a disgrace!!! Why is everyone looking at me?
Everybody was running around yelling about turning off the water, unplugging the tub or something like that. I don't know; first time I've heard of that!
Well, for the next week or so I kept a low profile while the repairmen went about their business. Everything is back to normal again, except for the bathroom door being locked.
Imagine, after all that, they still love me!