Ever since moving to the edge of the woods, Henry had gotten used to strange nighttime noises. But the soft scratching on his porch? That was new.
He grabbed a flashlight and cracked the front door open. A skunk. Standing motionless. Looking directly at him.
Henry hissed and waved his arm. The skunk didn’t budge. It turned, shuffled toward the side of the steps, then vanished into the darkness.