"A year or two ago I stopped near [this scene] and as I walked toward the fence I heard a noise not far down the fence line. I walked over that way and almost stepped on a raccoon lying on its side, stepped back, and it struggled and staggered to a semi-upright position. I thought it could be sick with rabies or something, and stayed at a safe distance. It seemed unable to focus its eyes, and it sounded as though it had hiccups, and it didn't seem to really care what l did. In a little while I realized that it had been gorging on some well fermented berries nearby, and that the only thing wrong with this raccoon was that it was as drunk as a skunk."
-Excerpt from Charles Beckendorf Texas
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