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  The summer is ending and soon the cold winds will blow. When fall comes, we feed the raccoons on our porch. They have to eat a fair amount before winter. They look at me and I look at them. There will be fewer of them this year, and more of them will be hurt and dragging shattered feet. Bulldozers have torn their environment apart. Old men set traps and the kids blaze away with popguns.

  This morning, driving to work and trailing exhaust fumes, I saw raw sewage from an overflow line dumped into the lake.

  Had enough?

  Me too.

  I hope someone reads my story, and doesn’t like it.

 

 

  Chad Oliver, King of the Hill

 

 

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