Your Letter: Musky checks in from the big hole
Today I nearly had the droppings scared out of me again. While wandering in a place called Arizona, I came upon a strange little building that had a red and white striped gate for stopping cars. In the window of the building sat a human wearing a uniform. Yikes! I thought that the police had finally caught up to me!
I scurried around the side of the building to listen to the human in uniform talk to the humans in cars as they drove up to the window. After a bit of eavesdropping, I found out that the uniformed human was a National Park Ranger and not the police! Whew, what a relief.
I slipped past the ranger and followed the road, hurrying to see what was in the park. All of the sudden, I almost ran off a cliff! I caught my footing and my breath, as I gazed across the biggest muskrat hole I have ever seen in my life!
Terrified, I began imagining the size of the critter it took to dig the hole. Was it a giant prehistoric dino-muskrat-a-saurus? My knees were quaking!
Then I overheard a bunch of humans near me who were also gazing at the hole. They called it the Grand Canyon and were calmly having their pictures taken near the ledge.
Oh yeah, it's a canyon. I knew that. (Whew, two sighs of relief in one day.)
'Till next time,
Musky the Muskrat
Grand Canyon National Park, Ariz.