He skinned him. He tanned him. He stretched him. He sewed him into a coat. Then he discovered that he was an impersonator, a fake, a fraud.
True love leaves no traces.
So a real raccoon is worth nine times a fake mink. This is a sad one. Either there has been a tragedy or a miracle. I like to think the former owner is out shopping for a Nordic Track Ski Machine, a computer printer, and an engagement ring. The lifeboats are full, but there's still a thousand people on board.