The Red Panda Escapes
Richard Scott Larson
I saw on Twitter that you escaped in the night. The search was on:
highways, skyways, byways; embarrassed zookeepers determined to take
I did a search and learned that you'd once been reclassified from
raccoon to mountain bear; and how exciting, this brief promotion from
suburban pest picking through trash to source of dread for amateur
hikers. And now you're trending. There's a meme of you relaxing on a
beach. But they still don't know what exactly you are: otter-ish,
weasel-ish, skunk-ish. Finally they just made up a family: Ailuridae,
they called you. A family of one.
"A lineage of uncertain affinities," claimed the scientific study
failing to narrow you down. A history of independence from others in
There's a website I bookmarked that suggests things we can do to show
the world who we really are. Express our uniqueness daily, perhaps with
a bold fashion choice. Write down three things we value about ourselves
on a piece of paper and hang it on the wall. Make time for solitude.
Embark upon a surprising new hobby in secret.
A zookeeper in safari shorts is standing on a rooftop with a net. A
spokesperson is confident that you are still in the area; she claims
you would have needed a very strong reason to leave.
Richard Scott Larson has recently published fiction in failbetter, Hobart, Joyland, Booth, and others. He
lives in Brooklyn.
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