The garbage got the best of me again. I wanted one of those bones from dinner. I just couldn’t help myself. I tried to avoid detection—I often take different routes to get to the compost bin. I stop and check to see if anyone is watching. This time I hit the jackpot! A big bone from the roast we had for dinner was waiting for me. I started chewing as soon as I hit the ground. It was so good and I was so busy working on the bone I didn’t see Auntie coming toward me. I looked up and there she was; I ran. I was dodging and weaving—not about to give up my bone. I headed toward the house. What was I thinking? She had me cornered. There was no place to hide. I held on to that bone for as long as I could and then it gone.
