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：A Raccoon・s Revenge； He smirked as he saw the waving striped tail about three feet in front of him. Even though he was only jogging, and even though he had given his brother a two second head start, it was still no contest. Ask any raccoon-if you knew how-and they would tell you that Michael Ringtail, who also had the appropriate nickname of ：RACE,； was easily the fastest thing on four legs. This was why it was no contest. Up until this point, Michael had a 49-0 record against his older brother Brent. And Race didn・t never mind though, since he was more of an intellectual and artsy type, but he still felt some embarrassment at the fact that his younger brother could beat him handily at nearly any athletic event. It was because of this that he continued to race Race, although Brent knew perfectly well that he would never win. In fact, the only way he could win was if Race were to let him. Luckily for Brent, Race did have a soft spot. As the younger coon watched Brent in front of him, a thought went through Race・s mind. Maybe I・ll let him win. Just this once. The coon smirked again and slowed his gait up. Brent started to pull away. The older coon snickered and looked back to his brother, who was as far as Brent could tell, was lagging behind. ：Aren・t you gonna catch me Mikey,； smirked the leader as you called back to his younger brother. Race chattered a little and yelled back, in raccoon-language, of course. ：I・m trying Brent, you・re just too fast for me,； he called. Brent grinned and turned back around. Seeming to get a burst of adrenaline, the coon was able to break a good twenty feet or so from Race. They had run this race over three hundred times, and it was always the same. Start at the big oak tree with the robin・s nest and run to the maple with the squirrel hole. In human measurements, it would be about a quarter-of-a-mile. It was simple course over relatively flat land, nothing that would be too difficult for two juvenile raccoons to traverse. Mikey, as Brent called his younger brother teasingly, was watching as the streak of grey and black outran him. Though they were brothers, Michael and Brent were also the best of friends. Brent would tease Race, and Race would return the favor, but it was all in fun. Their younger sister Mirabelle was simply uninteresting to the young males, though they loved her as well. There was just nothing like Brent and Race・s bond together. Though there were other coons that they called friends, the two coon brothers were inseparable, and the others knew that. Race smiled as he saw his brother only a hundred feet or so from the finish tree. It was Brent・s birthday, and remembering the nice gift Brent had given him, Race had wanted to return the favor. Brent had always been the artist in the family, and would hoard notebooks and pencils that he would find whenever the two would go on their late-night trash can runs. Race, on the other hand, had the artistic ability of an eggplant. That didn・t stop Brent from surprising his brother with a nice new notebook and set of colored pencils on Race・s most recent birthday. Race could remember welling up with tears. This was not one of Brent・s notebooks; it was brand new!
Approximate Word count = 2290
Approximate Pages = 9.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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