Mr. Raccoon looked straight ahead. It was very dark.
Every few moments mountains came from his left to his right.
They had very bright eyes. They made the ground and his entire body shake.
Mr. Raccoon, for some reason, knew that those mountains with the bright eyes were extremely dangerous.
They haunted his dreams.
He held two robin’s eggs in his mouth.
The wife and children were going to be so pleased. It had been three days since he had fed them. Robin's eggs was everyone's favorite.
When he was coming the other way, he saw his brother flattened. He knew it was his brother by his unique scent that was still lingering.
With nothing but instinct making his decision, he now ran back towards the way that he came, towards home.
Mountain after mountain passed by, and over him. Their bright eyes temporarily blinding him each time.
With danger finally behind him he made his way to his den in the trees. On the way he passed by his brother’s den and saw his wife waiting patiently.
If he could communicate, he would have expressed his condolences. So he just kept walking.
He got to his tree den, and his family all feasted on Robin's eggs far from the danger of the moving mountains with the bright eyes.
