Martha Ivey

This little skunk belonged to my grandmother. I can remember going to her house when we were kids and begging her to get the skunk out of the cabinet so we could watch him. Wind him up and he'd walk slowly, moving his head from side to side, and then stop, lift his tail several times as if to spray, which made us fall in a heap laughing!

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