The final, hard to look at frame in this serial. We were driving through farmland backroads and suddenly noted three boys and a dead racoon... one boy was hitting it repeatedly with a stick as all three laughed and seemed to be having the best time ever. I knew a few boys of this type when I was in grade and high school, and could never begin to relate to them. During my ten years growing up in small town Port Elgin, there were a few sickos who used to get their kicks by shooting groundhogs and squirrels. What ?!
We slowed down as we neared the boys and Tamara leaned on the car horn as I glared through the passenger window, and the kids took off running up the driveway. Let us hope this is just a "phase" that certain children go through. Some bizarre way to cope with rural boredom that will pass as they become adults.