Hubby and I were driving down the road when we noticed a raccoon and opossum lying dead, about 6 feet from each other, on the shoulder of the road. Hubby said "All that's missing is the skunk for the trifecta."
I, in my best theatrical voice, said "It was a suicide pact. Theirs was a tragic tale of love misunderstood. Accepted neither by coons nor possums, they felt this was their only option."
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