The Angry Skunks



 “Gross! Please, put your arms down! That smell would make a skunk hold his nose!” said Kelly, Bennett’s mom.

“It’s not that bad mom; see?” he replied. He lifted his arm and sniffed his armpits. Sneering his nose, he began to giggle and chase his mom around the room, with his arms held high. “Check it out mom. My very own weapon!” he shouted, as he chased her around the kitchen table.

Stopping, his mom giggled and gave him a hug. “As funny as it may seem to you, to others it would be offensive. “What does that mean?” he asked.

“It means something gross, disgusting and downright wrong! Now go play, and after supper, you can wash the rust off and put on your deodorant.”

Bennett smiled and ran out to go explore in the woods. Taking his trusty stick, better known as “The spear,” he began whacking leaves off the tree limbs and bushes.

“Hey, watch it!” said a voice from the last bush he whacked.

“Huh? Who said that?” asked Bennett.

“Down here! Look down here!”

Looking down, he saw two skunks; one was wearing a red cap and the other wore a bow tie.

Kneeling down, he picked up the skunk wearing the bow tie. The skunk’s eyes began to water and a tear slid down his cheek. “What is that awful smell? I have never smelled such an odor. It is quite lovely,” cooed the skunk.

“Oh, that? It’s just my armpits,” replied Bennett proudly. He shoved the skunk’s head in his armpit. The skunk began gasping for air. Finally, the skunk squirmed free. The skunks face changed from happy to angry.

“I am Franklin he announced, as he straightened his bow tie. The fellow with me is my brother Leo. Sadly, we cannot compete with such a disgusting odor. You smell more gross than we do! The skunks waddled back into the bushes. Bennett shrugged his shoulders and headed back home. Bennett was proud of himself. Dashing into the house he announced loudly, “I stink worse than a skunk!” His mother agreed and sent him straight to the bathroom.

“Don’t forget your deodorant!” shouted his mom from the kitchen.

Bennett sat in the tub thinking, “If I smelled bad today, imagine what I’ll smell like two days from now! I just won’t wash my armpits or use deodorant!” Knowing that his mom would ask about the deodorant, he smeared a big glob on his shoulder. “Now, I can honestly say I put on my deodorant,” he thought.

The night was warm. Bennett lay on his bed, sweat was dripping off of him. Climbing out of bed, he opened his window. A nice soft breeze filled the room. Plopping back down on the bed, he raised his arms over his head and fell asleep. The odor from his armpits began to float in the breeze.

Rat tat tat, rat tat tat. Rolling over, Bennett looked at his alarm clock. It was only three in the morning. Closing his eyes, he fell back to sleep. Rat tat tat, rat tat tat, smack! “Wake up, you thief!”

Prying his eyes open, Bennett glared at Leo and Franklin sitting on his bed. Each wore a crab dangling from his nose.


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