The rope and leaf are from Scrapgirls.

 

Not all of my brother  Bill’s wonderful ideas turned out quite the way he planned. The day we met the skunk I did exactly as he told me to but the skunk must not have listened. It decided not to turn and run from him toward me. While I stood quietly waiting for the big event, the skunk planned and executed her own strategy. She stood her ground and showered Bill with a spray of horrible scent. Bill screamed and started running the half mile toward the house. By the time I caught up with him Mom had Bill in a galvanized bathtub in the middle of the yard and instructed me to get tomato juice from the cellar STAT! After a dozen or more jars of juice were scrubbed over his body he did smell better, BUT for several days he still did not smell human.

Boy was he mad at me. I guess it is easier to be angry at your little sister than a skunk...