"There's a skunk in my tent!" Screams by wife.
"Go and make friends with him then!" I snap. "We have a big day tomorrow, we need to get to bed!"
"I am NOT getting in bed with a skunk!"
"You've shared a bed with worse specimens. I've heard the stories of your ex-lovers!"
"We're not going through this again, just get that damn skunk out of my tent before I pack up and head home."
"Uhh, fine!" I grumble as I stand and reach for a machete.
The stars are twinkling beautifully over the lake tonight and in the distance I can hear a wolf howling.
"Alright, time to come out, buddy!"
There's no response from the tent.
"Come on now, let's not make this into a big deal! Just crawl on out and let us get on with our honeymoon!"
Still no answer.
"Alright, I'm coming in!"
I get down on my hands and knees and unzip the entrance. It's pitch black inside. I rummage around the sleeping bags but can't find the wretched skunk.
I throw one of the pillows aside and nearly scream aloud! The skunk is there! I raise my machete and begin to bring it down with all my might when suddenly the skunk speaks.
"Please sir! Please do not harm me!"
I stare at the skunk, my machete wielding arm raised and my jaw slack.
"I was simply looking for shelter from the wolves! Won't you forgive me for intruding?"
"Uh, ok- but you need to leave now."
"What's going on in there?" Calls my wife. "Who are you talking to?"
"The skunk says he's sorry!"
"Oh, ok," says my wife.
"I want to thank you for showing kindness on me! May you live long and have a painless death when that time should come."
"Why, thank you!"
The skunk brushes pass me and exits the tent. He stops just before the edge of the woods and looks back over his shoulder. We share a brief smile and with that, he is gone.