I cried in my bed the next day. I knew that all that could cheer me up was food. I walked downstairs still looking glum. I had no food left, I jumped on my bike, planning on not falling, and rode to the grocery store. When I got there, I had gotten more food this time. I heard a rustle followed by a squeal. I walked to the back of the store and heard more noises, it was coming from the dumpster. I quickly opened it and saw a raccoon. It was the one I had kicked off of the roof and it was badly injured. I felt really bad and stuck him in my backpack. I rode home quickly and didn't fall once. I quickly got him inside and placed him on the table. He had a huge gash on his right side. I went to a medical summer camp last, so I knew how to stitch. We only had fishing line, so I had to use that and one of my mothers sewing needles. I stuck the fishing line into the needle and poked it through the raccoon. He screamed. I tried to do it as fast as I could. Once I finally finished, the raccoon passed out. I decided to keep him to get over Chris. I decided to name the raccoon, Cornelius.
