Muskrat Shell  I'm with my friends Tom Napper, Nat Miller, Niles Zelling, and Tom's father Dick. I'm walking towards my house in Oak Valley, down 2nd Street. They go way ahead of me. I am wearing white shoes, white pants, and a white shirt. I get a bloody nose and drip blood on my pants. I run back. I go behind my neighbors the Trammell's house. There is a big fallen tree where a muskrat lives. The muskrat has a shell on it. Part of the shell has been removed, and the muskrat won't live long because of it. I'm a little bit afraid of the muskrat: I think it might be crazy and attack. It swims in water into the bottom of this fallen hollow tree.