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expose yourself!

My heart almost stopped beating last week.  I was sitting around the campfire at Devil’s Lake with my friends Kathleen and Deanie.  While Kathleen was telling a story, I heard a person walking around in the tall grass next to our campsite.  I knew Deanie could hear it too because we kept switching between freaked-out eye contact with each other and staring intently into the tall grass.  At the same time, we raised our hands as a quiet symbol.  Deanie grabbed the lantern and I tried to look for our would-be murderer.  Then I started talking to our culprit.  “Hello.  Hey.  Stop that.  Expose yourself!”  Because the three of us have the minds of twelve year old boys, we all started giggling at the mention of “exposing.”  I corrected myself.  “No, not that way!  Reveal yourself!”  And reveal himself he did - as a large raccoon who ran across our campsite.