Dear Humans,
A few years ago, an article appeared about me in your local newspaper in a section called Law Enforcement Log. I saved the issue and have enclosed a copy of the article, which is dated Oct. 12, 2000. As a refresher to all your readers, this is what was actually written:
"Oct. 2 -- A muskrat thought to be dead behind a Jefferson Street business evaded police capture by heading down Highway 29 toward Ottertail Lake."
In my own defense, let me recall that provoking day: All I was doing was taking a nap when some jerk started poking me and scared the droppings out of me. So, I gritted my teeth, put my head down, did a double reverse, out-ran that officer and headed toward home.
To this day, I am amazed by the fact that you humans figured out that I live near Otter Tail Lake. Not Black's Grove. Not Leaf River or Leaf Lake. Not Portage Lake. But Otter Tail. That's incredible!
ADVERTISEMENT
Yes, it has been 8 years since the "incident." I think today is what you humans call Christmas. So as proof that I really do live near Otter Tail Lake, I am sending you a Christmas photo of myself as a gift (or evidence if you are still looking for me).
I do not know what your human statute of limitations is for evading police, but just in case the file remains open, all I can say is: "CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!"
Musky the Muskrat
Currently of Otter Tail Lake
