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Monty Bates
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I learned that raccoons understand when it is sweet corn harvest eve. I think they have some sort of gathering where they plan their night time raid. “Freddie, I want you to hop the fence. Lance, you’re to stand guard at the gate, and Ethel, get ready to distract any human who approaches. He’ll never grow this stuff again.” And I didn’t.

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