So there I was in Paris (don't ask, long story), enjoying the sights. Nice place, France, except it occurred to me that I had to be the only raccoon there. I was starting to get a little nervous when, to my relief, I actually bumped into another raccoon while touring the Louvre. He seemed pretty surprised himself (not to mention a little familiar, somehow), so I guess we both must have been on the same track. Anyway, he asked to borrow my coat for a minute, and just so I know he'd return it, he offered me his hat and a nifty cane he'd been carrying around. Well, he seemed honest enough, and to tell the truth, I had made myself so paranoid earlier I was willing to do him the favor.

He walked off, and not a minute later, alarms went off. Red swirly lights, claxons, the whole deal. So, while I'm standing there wondering what the heck I should be doing, some bimbo in what felt like a size twelve boot literally leaps out of nowhere and kicks me square in the back! I swear I must have skidded at least ten feet. Past that point, it's pretty blurry, but I remember someone reading me my miranda rights, stopping, and then mumbling something that might have been an apology. By the time I had gotten back up, the alarms had been shut off... I guess the police are rough no matter what country you're in.

And to top it all off, that guy never came back with my coat! Which is fine by me, since I guess I lost the hat and cane after I got kicked...

The bimbo and that guy in my coat belong to Suckerpunch Studios, by the way.