Yellow buttercups and dandelions swayed in the seasonably warm, summer breeze alongside the tall grasses along the side of the freeway. In the driver seat of a dark-blue pickup truck a middle-aged raccoon guided the vehicle around the gentle
curves, while also keeping an eye on the other vehicles around the truck and occasionally glancing in the interior rear view
mirror, which revealed a dozing eight-year old raccoon sitting in a booster seat, wearing a blue t-shirt and orange flame shorts.
"Tuckered out already, Timothy?" the father raccoon chuckled.
"It is quite a long journey back home." The raccoon's wife responded to her husband, before turning to look at her sleeping son in the back. "Poor Timothy."
"What about poor me?" pouted Timothy's dad, "I'm the one doing all the driving."
"Yeah, but you're not eight years old. Long journeys really aren't kind to kids."
Timothy's dad chuckled and returned to his vigil at the wheel.
A little while later, the truck turned off the freeway int