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Jane pressed her face up against the window. Little grey bandits flitted back and forth in the bushes. “Skye, come look at this!”
After a few moments, her sister appears and got on the couch next to her. “What am I supposed to be looking at?”
“There are raccoons down there. They’re a little hard to see. They blend in with the night, like ninjas.” Raccoons were known for looking a bit like ninjas, right?
Skye pressed her forehead against the glass. “Oh, yeah!” She didn’t see those every day.
Jane said, “We should name that one Solomon.”
“Sure, whatever.”