week 34 The Raccoon in the Box By: Tadhg

It was late afternoon. The midsummer sun was beating hard down on my chest and there was no sign of a cloud in the sky.  I rushed down the footpath heading to our new house.  I’d just got a message that the boxes had been delivered.  I arrived at the house and it didn’t look at all like the photo.  It was a rundown old house that needed more than a lick of paint.  I opened the door to the house and it creaked so loud the neighbour gave out.  I looked into the house and spotted a raccoon running upstairs.  I ran upstairs and I didn’t leave a leaf unturned searching for the raccoon that I finally found asleep in a box.