Out in the moon light under the stars there Mr. Skunk went, him minding his business and us minding ours.
All of a sudden, we each were surprised, when we found ourselves staring in each other eyes.
We both had choices we could make but really each hoped the other no action would take.
We started to step backwards, one step at a time, and Mr. Skunk stood still frozen, his eyes watching mine.
Trip the dog however just wouldn’t stay and Mr. Skunk was left with no choice but to spray.
It’s morning now. Wow! Does Trip the dog stink! But I am left with a question, does a skunk, who can make such a stink, not stink before spraying? What do you think?