I am sorry to say that the following story does not have a title. It does, however, require some context: Foxy was the name of a raccoon stuffed animal living in my bedroom when I was seven. He wore a bandit’s mask (a red one that could be pulled over his natural markings) with a small red bag sewed to his hand, and was such a cool dude that I wrote a story about him in the first grade. Grammar and speling [sic] as written.
foxy is one of my favorite animal. He is the best. I like Him a lot and a lot. foxy takes a walk. He has lots of fun. And he sees a bird fly by.
Foxy saw a big big flower and when foxy saw the flower He felt glad. And then He saw a beautiful butterfly. but he saw a cat and then the cat ran after foxy and foxy began to cry.
then foxy lost the cat and Foxy was glad. But not for long a dog came and chased Foxy. And Foxy cryd.
And then He lost the dog. And Foxy was glad for good.
And then foxy ran into another raccoon. It was a girl raccoon. Foxy fel in love with her.
And they married
And that is my story of Foxy.
And oh my goodness, you really can find anything on Google:
“racoon stuffed animal red bandit mask” in the search bar did the trick. I am also just realizing now that he was not a thief like I thought but a Valentine’s Day gift repurposed by my mother for my February birthday; my cake decorations often featured red hearts, now that I think back. As to the writing report: Pine&Meyer, again, because it’s always Pine&Meyer these days. Persistence pays the piper eventually.
And yes, I did spell raccoon incorrectly when I was searching for my old buddy.