While walking alongside the lake today, there happened to be a racoon at the edge of the water in the early break of the eve. And it bit from every piece of water soaked bread there was floating atop the murky water. And I looked down on it, with curious eyes, and it looked back up at me with those same eyes. So slowly he crept away, disappearing into the green of the bushes nearby. That was the last I saw of him, the waddling of his behind into the foliage.