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the twerpy thing was, you never really got to save anyone. Last summer there'd been a dying raccoon out here. He'd thought of lugging it home so mom could call the vet. But up close it was too scary. Raccoons being actually bigger than they appear in cartoons. and this one looked like a potential biter. So he ran home to get it some water at least. Upon his return, he saw where the raccoon had done some apparent last minute thrashing. That was sad. He didn't do well with sad. There had perchance been some pre-weeping, by him, in the woods. - George Saunders