Spying On the Ring Tails

There was a gang of ringtail weasels living down in the holler. My mama knew it and said she would pay me a dollar If I would go down and spy on them to find out their intent. I told her I would do it if she paid me an additional percent. A percent of the gold up in the attic? She asked. I assured her this is what I meant, as I was masked. I hid in the corner and heard those weasels chewing and burping. They devoured rabbits, rodents, lizards, and now were slurping. Their nests were in piles of rock piles, and one lived under the barn. He was the biggest one, and scary, and I must say this is not a yarn. He turned on his kin, and began to eat them one by one. Watching this horrified me, and I was soon on the run. A ringtail weasel has a keen sense of smell, and his sight is good. He chased me home, as only a diabolical ringtail could. I was scared to death and refused to leave the house after that. I still have nightmares about it, at the drop of a hat.