Dear Friend,
Someone taped a flyer to the diner dumpster that said PEN PAL WANTED, MUST BE INTERESTING, and I want you to know I almost didn't write back because I assumed it was for a person, but then I thought — who's going to check? So here we are.
I should tell you up front that I am not, strictly speaking, a person. I'm a raccoon. I live behind Denny's on Route 8, I'm self-taught, and I would like it on the record that I did not need anyone's permission to learn to read, I just found a correspondence course pamphlet in the recycling and got to work. Nobody hands a raccoon a diploma. You take it.
Things are good here. The new trash cans the city put in are advertised as "raccoon-resistant" and I want to be very clear that I have already been in four of them. Four. I'm not bragging, I'm reporting. There's a possum named Gerald two blocks over who thinks he runs things and I don't want to get into it in a first letter but you should know that eventually I will get into it.
I don't know what you do all day, being a person and all, but I assume it's less interesting than what I do, which is mostly problem-solving, some light theft, and thinking very hard about garbage. I'd like to hear about it anyway. Tell me something you took that you weren't supposed to. I'll know if you're lying.
Yours in trash and scholarship,
Reggie