What I have to do just to get by in life. Not to starve. To
be able to see the sun come up tomorrow and the stars tonight. I dig through the
rotting garbage of humans that own the big forest size houses. I normally find
some decent scraps there. The smaller houses rarely have any. I guess they
don't believe in giving to the “lower class.” I don't believe that because I'm
not like them I should be subjected to this type of treatment. Just because I
look like a furry little cartoon bandit. Though if stealing the rubbish out of
gleaming aluminum cans were a crime I would be sent to the big house for twenty-five
to life. I tend to laugh at this notion.
a racoon????
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