The Garbage Monster from Outer Space. John R. Erickson

      Where was I? Oh yes, the barrel from which the . . . so forth. And there before my very eyes I saw . . . you won’t believe what I saw. I couldn’t believe it. I was astammered, dumbfoundered.

      There, lying on a collection of newspapers and various other items of trash was . . . you probably think it was the Garbage Monster from Outer Space, right? Nope. That comes later in the story. This time, what I discovered was a smallish sleeping raccoon, who was not only small but also asleep.

      And you know what else? It was none other than Eddy the Rac.

      Pretty amazing, huh? You bet it was.