Doc suspected. He thought he knew. He was not sure what he would do. He decided to take a little walk to Margie’s den. As he bent down, he saw Margie curled up on a soft bed of leaves she had made for herself. But, she was not alone. Quietly nursing her were four soft fur balls. “I was right. The babies will be blind and deaf for about three weeks and well protected by Margie and Kit in the den. But what next? I don’t think I really need six skunks in my yard.” Margie gave Doc a little skunk smile. Doc scratched the top of his bald head and mumbled to himself, “Six skunks? Whatever will I do?”
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