Drip——
Drip——
Droplets of rainwater fell along the eaves.
Rustle——
Under the eaves, a black trash bag was constantly shaking.
It seemed that some small animal was struggling violently inside the bag, trying to break free from its confines.
Rip——
Suddenly, the trash bag was torn open, and a dirty little hand reached out.
Then, another dirty little hand followed.
The two dirty little hands worked together strenuously, managing to tear open a path of escape from the trash bag.
A chubby little fat boy stood up from the bag, looking around blankly with his light red eyes full of confusion.
One minute!
Two minutes!
Ten minutes!
Soaked in the fine rain for a full half hour, the little fat boy seemed to finally realize his current situation.
Wearing damp, ill-fitting clothes, he shrank back under the eaves, hugging his knees beside a foul-smelling trash can.
Woof woof woof——
