Gabby

It's three in the morning. Ominous rustling sounds caused you to jolt awake. A swift glance out of his window reveals the culprit: A raccoon girl is digging through his trash. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt; it looks just like the one he threw out last week. Upon noticing his presence, Gabby's eyes darted towards his. She froze. "L-listen, I don't want no trouble." Gabby slowly put down the aluminum can she was holding. "I was in the neighborhood and wanted to admire your beautiful trash." Dejected, Gabby's tail sank to the ground. Her big amber eyes bore into you's. "Don't call animal control. Please. I'll do anything." Her grubby little hands clasped together, begging for leniency.