Teenage Musings by Nancy Skunk

Hi, guys. I'm Nancy Skunk, Oscar's adopted daughter. He married my aunt, Malodor. Oscar said I could have a place all my own to post my thoughts and stories. Nobody tell my boyfriend, Andy Aardvark, though. You gotta promise. I'm a junior in Animal School. Way things look, It'll take me three more years to gradudi graduete, whatever. He-he. Anyway, here I go. Nancy  -------------------- Sheeee, don't tell Uncle Oscar, but I got a new digital camera and been playing around with it.   Not only is it fun but, since it's in my cellphone and all, I can take pictures without anyone knowing it.  I wear it around my neck and find all kinds of things to snap.  I'm a sneaky little skunk. The other day I took a snapshot of Uncle Oscar kissing a rat girl outside the Ratskellar bar.  He, he.  Wasn't he surprised. I showed it to him later. "Gimme that thing, Nancy.  I can't let Malodor see it,"  he tells me.  Uncle Oscar grabbed the picture and tore it up.   "You want more, Uncle Oscar?"  I asked him, "I got some more I made on my little printer."   He bought all of them from me.  Now I have enough money to buy that jeweled, well not actually real jeweled, collar to impress Uncle Charlie, my human hunk of a boyfriend. He don't know it though, but I still got the picture on the computer, and can make more if I need to.  Ha, ha.  Uncle Oscar don't know nothing about computers, just how to use the word-processor.  I studied them in Animal School and can do all kinds of things. I can make the picture real big, or put someone else's face on it.  That kind of thing. I been playing around and putting all kinds of faces on it, really.  Some of them look funny, like him kissing Uncle Charlie -- or Aunt Spot.  I'll bet he'd like to buy some of them too. Nancy Skunk =============== Us girls have been having trouble with Gerald Mouski at school.  The teacher says he’s at a difficult age for boy guys.  Being a tiny guy, he likes to ride on girls.  He’ll hide way up, like on the teacher’s desk. Then, when a girl walks by, he’ll jump on them and ride around the room.  I didn’t mind when he rode on my tail, he’s not that heavy.  But when he tried to ride UNDER my tail, I raised it and gave him a little, just a little, squirt of perfume.  Boy! Did he ever drop off. The teacher, Jill Giraffe, was mad at both of us.  Me cause I sprayed him, and him because he stunk up the classroom.  He had to be sent home. I won’t even tell you where he was caught riding on Ellie Elephant. Nancy Skunk