This is our visit by a baby skunk. There were actually three visits from baby skunks that evening, so I think they all flew the coop at once and we witnessed their virgin journeys into the world. One died on the street that night.
My parents used to like this tongue twister:
A Skunk Sat on a Stump A skunk sat on a stump. The stump thought the skunk stunk. The skunk thought the stump stunk . What stunk the skunk or the stump?
Only they said it with the word "thunk" instead of "thought."