She was propped up on her haunches, her booty gyrating and bucking like a mechanical bull. I fixated on her mosslike mound, it looked like it had spent some time at a taxidermist's and I thought "that looks familiar". I hearkened back to last fall when I went mink hunting with my burly unshaven neighbour, JB. He stunk like a Fezian tannery but that only made seem more vulnerable, pitiful. Suddenly I leapt into position commandeered her stuffed varmint, and bellowed "Flush out that mink, JB- I think it just scuttled into the bush"