Gaily came the raccoon family, their spirits told in the lithe musicality of their motion.
A jocund family of racoons passed through the open street and onto the bounty of the orchard trees.
Soon came the raccoons, dancing upon the summer warmed blacktop, each with a spirit that felt as twilight stars awaiting their chance to shine.
Into the recumbent light of eventide came a troop of happy raccoons, their moods as aloft as their stripy tails.
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