Porcupine Ridge Dreaming of Spring

Illea stopped in her tracks suddenly, remembering what she had been told long ago, something she had almost forgetting, before she had heard Diane say Raccoon one more time.  A fact of rabies and how wolves caught it, that her mother had told her when she was young.  “Many raccoons give rabies.”  Illea murmured in a trance to herself.  Suddenly looking nervous.  “Maybe we shouldn’t hunt the raccoon."