Off Doc went to his yard in search of Margie. He had another piece of cheese to entice her. She was not on the porch this time. He looked toward the pond. Not there. He looked by the big oak tree where she often rested. Not there. He looked in the vegetable garden. Not there. Where could she be?
Finally Doc looked under the back porch where Margie had made a little den for herself. There she was. Doc bent down, looked at Margie and gently called her name. He did not want to frighten her. He did not want to wear Skunk Perfume.
“Margie, I have a treat for you. I have some cheese.” He held it out to lure her. “Let’s see if my new invention works better for you. I know you are tired of swimming in the pond.”
Margie carefully walked out of her den. She eagerly ate the cheese. Then she looked at Doc. She looked at the object in his hand. “What was this?” she thought. She was very attracted to the flowers. And, she loved the pink flowered strap.
“Margie, can you come to me? I think the glasses will work better this time.”
Margie walked toward Doc, sat down, and waited. Doc carefully put Margie’s new bonnet glasses on her. He placed her ears through the netting and then attached the strap under her chin.
Margie’s eyes were wide once again! She looked all around and began to see things she had never seen in her whole life. She gave a soft mew once again and began walking around. The glasses did not fall off. She turned to Doc and gave him her little skunk smile.
“I think they work,” said Doc. “Just let me know if you have trouble, Margie. It is also a good idea to have me check your bonnet glasses from time to time.” Doc was pleased and decided to go back to his office. Margie was pleased and decided to go to the vegetable garden in search of a tomato worm. Celebration was in order.
Margie discovered so many colors now that she had glasses and thought it would be fun to decorate her little den under the porch. She started to gather some flowers and berries and before she knew it, her little skunk fingers were working those beauties into a wreath for her door. She had never been happier. She envisioned even more decorations or even a necklace for herself as she searched the backyard for additional possibilities. She explored. She created. She imagined. She loved her new world. Margie was creating her own magic.
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