Group+B

This page is for Group B only:
 * 1) **Melanie Elliott**
 * 2) **Jennifer Johnson**
 * 3) **Olivia Kimbrough**
 * 4) **Ginger Lacey**
 * 5) **Michele Lechner**

=**Catching a Skunk is Tricky Business**=


 * The fat thing was too big to fit in that bucket. I don't know why it thought it could hide in there. I'm telling you, when it laid eyes on me, it jumped out like there's no tomorrow and ran under the table so fast that all I saw was a streak of fur. I grabbed the broom...**

…and with all my strength, I dove under the table, too. I swatted at it, but it continued to avoid me by jumping out from under the table and into a chair. Of course, I was now stuck under the table with a broom, and I couldn’t escape as quickly as I entered. My broom hit the table and chair legs, throwing me off balance. I fell onto my back and laid there with the broom handle clutched tightly to my chest. I swear I even heard the sneaky animal giggle at my predicament. However, I was not going to give up! I would catch that animal if it took me all night! As quietly as I could, I turned over and crawled out from under the table. I sat on my feet and slowly peeked over the side of the table. Two black eyes stared right back at me. //Now is my chance!// I thought. // M. Lechner  //

But before I knew it there was yet another flash of fur. Once again that animal had eluded me. And the more I thought about it, that was probably a good thing; after all, what did I hope to accomplish with that broom any way? I trap was what I need… ah yes, a trap; a cleverly disguised trap. Still holding on to the broom as a precaution, I ever so quietly made my way to the… M. Elliott

....laundry room to try to get the laundry basket. With my eyes still on this little creature, I grabbed the basket with one hand and still had the broom in the other hand. I creeped back into the other room and hid behind the door. There was a little string on the floor beside me so i quietly bent down to grab it to try and destract that creature to walk into the basket. However, as I was standing back up from getting the string, guess what that skunk did. It.....G. Lacey

…scampered across the kitchen counter shifting mail and knocking over a box of Cheerios. Before darting behind the refrigerator, I swear that creature paused to look at me with a smirk upon its face as if to say, “And what are you going to about it?” Resisting the urge to sweep up the Cheerios that were now all over the floor, I began to form a barrier around the refrigerator. I didn’t hesitate to grab the scissors from my junk door to cut the string in half. I looped one half through one side of the laundry basket and tied it to the nearest cabinet knob, and tied the other side on the refrigerator door knob. I was fairly confident that this would keep the pesky critter from exiting on the left side of the refrigerator. But I had no clue what I was going to do to catch it should it come around the other side. I grabbed the broom again and, standing at a safe distance, pondered what my next move would be. M.Elliott

I strained to listen for any movement behind the refrigerator. I listened, and I waited but still no skunk. I couldn't imagine that it had disappeared, but it wasn't moving. I slowly untied my barrier and with my broom stretched out, I slowly leaned to peak around the back of the refigerator. Suddenly, a foul odor reached my nose, and I dropped my broom. I covered my face and tried to back up, but I backed into the stove and fell forward again. Next thing I knew, that crazy skunk had crawled up my body and was sitting on my head. I didn't know what to do! The skunk had caught me! I danced across the kitchen floor, spinning in circles and making grabs for the skunk while trying not to breathe. I ran into the living room and...//M.Lechner//

...hid behind the couch. Right before I ran out of the kitchen, I grabbed a handful of the cheerios that little skunk spilled. I thought maybe I could trick it into coming closer and closer to me behind the couch. I didn't think it saw me run behind the couch but I was soooo wrong. That little thing jumped up on the back of the couch and was staring right at me like it was trying to catch me. Ugh! What a smart little skunk, I thought to myself. So now I had to outsmart this creature. So I ran upstairs and into the.....G. Lacey

master bathroom; but only after quickly swiping my cell phone from the bedside table. It had become apparent; I needed reinforcements. I didn’t hesitate to dial my brother, telling him what was going on and how I desperately needed his help. Of course, he laughed incessantly for what seemed like forever. When he finally stopped to take a breath, I snapped, “Just get to my house asap and bring the biggest can of tomato juice you can find too!” While waiting for my brother to arrive… M. Elliott

I noticed a small movement to the right of me. What in the world could this be? "Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed. There was not one skunk in my house, but there was a whole family living here! Was I only visiting in //their// house? Before I knew it, both skunks ran into my closet. That was the last straw. They would never take my designer shoes. I could only think that my brother better show up before I blew the whole house to pieces, especially after remembering my wonderful shopping trip that brought about three pair of Manolo Blahniks at a great price. I was going in. They already assaulted with their putrid odor, but my shoes would never be victim! It was time to fight...O. Kimbrough

...back, and this time, I would win! I grabbed the yellow flashlight I keep beside my bed, and I cautiously stepped into my closet, still holding my nose, and shut the door behind me. Now, it was just the three of us, and there would be no escape. I turned on the flashlight and realized that the batteries were dying. It emitted a faint, eerie glow, making my closet seem like a creepy haunted house. However, the light switch was outside the closet, and I was not opening that door again. I took one tentative step at a time, shining my flashlight in front of me. //When did my closet become so big?// I thought. I never had this much room before. I finally caught sight of movement in one corner and...//M. Lechner//

...I turned my head to see just where the critter was scurrying off to, for there wasn't enough room or enough hiding places in this closet. At the moment I chose to take a step, I heard a shrill cry from above my head. A skunk wearing my Gucci scarf jumped on me. Needless to say, I threw the flashlight in hopes of taking it out, but I had no such luck. I began spinning around screaming as I tried to loosen its grip. "My God!" was the only thing I could get out. As I took three steps backward, a furry brush went around my leg. It was the other skunk, and it seemed as if they had planned the perfect ambush. I could do nothing but scream louder and louder, "Ah!" Suddenly the door of the closet opened, and there stood my brother.//..O.Kimbrough//

....holding one of the skunks in his hand. I thought to myself, "WHAT IS GOING ON?" How in the world did my brother come over here and he's already caught one of these creatures and I've been trying to do this for hours? Is this a joke or something? Suddenly...the other skunk that was in the closet with me leaped out of the closet and ran back downstairs. Since my brother was holding one skunk, I had to go get the other one. What a nightmare this has been! So I ran downstairs and then stopped to listen to where this stupid thing went. There was a sound coming from the master bedroom so I ran into the bedroom and all of a sudden.....G. Lacey

...I stepped into the master bedroom, and I was surprised at what I saw! The little critter was grinning at me. It was all or nothing now. This was personal now. I jumped toward the mass of fur, and felt the excruciating pain I had ever felt. As I jumped, I fell on one of my arms. I sat up looking for the skunk everywhere. Noticing that the balcony door was left cracked open, I realized that the little critter had escaped. This was unfair. My brother actually caught a skunk, the skunk I was after escaped, I was stinky mess, and I broke my arm. What a //skunk// of a day! O. Kimbrough