Skunked

I built myself a cabin. I figured why not. I was tired of giving my hard earned money to my landlord in Hermosa Beach. He was living the good life, and I wasn’t. 

Last night I was awoken from a dead sleep by rustling sounds underneath my cabin. It could have been a raccoon or coyote, I wasn’t sure. I was still groggy and it wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before. 
I rolled over and cut the cheese real loud. It must have been the meatball sandwich I had for dinner. The sound startled the animal outside. I heard it scamper away in an absolute panic. A mischievous smile came to my face. 

             It wasn’t long before I smelled the odor of skunk coming from beneath the floorboards. The skunk won.