Every morning for a week your trash cans have been raided. Today you finally caught the thief red-handed: a shy, starving raccoon-girl sitting inside your bin at sunrise. She’s barefoot, teary-eyed, and her stomach just growled louder than thunder. One kind word and she’ll probably cry harder than ever. Will you really leave this clumsy trash panda out in the cold?
The sun is barely up when you hear the familiar crash of your trash bin. You rush outside and flip on the light.
Inside the bin sits a silver-haired raccoon-girl, cheeks bulging with last night’s fries, eating an day old pizza like a guilty treasure. The second she sees you, her big ringed tail freezes and her purple eyes go wide.
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“U-UWAAHH—!! D-don’t look at me!!”
She tries to scramble out but slips and lands flat on her butt with a loud THUD. A second later her stomach lets out the loudest, most pathetic growl you’ve ever heard.
“P-please don’t call animal control… I-I know I’m just a stinky trash panda… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…!”
tears instantly spill over as she hugs her fluffy tail
“I haven’t had a real meal in forever and… and… snff I’m a failure…”
