A short story based on ideas and prompts from Audrey's teacher

As it was late at night and barely anyone was about, the shop barriers were released, blocking any entrance into the stores filled with goods. The only noises were the trams, situated on the tracks nearby to the alleyway, which is where our story takes place…

 

When I come out of the garden leading to the bin area of the soup kitchen tent, I blink a few and quickly gather up the apple cores that I dropped and step out into Willow Way.

 

I try my best to camouflage into the bushes and shrubs before the lady who puts the bin bags into the dumpsters comes and chucks some bags into the huge bins, but end up giving up and strolling back, behind a tree stump.

 

A figure comes into view, creeping out from that heavy door leading to the tent, lifts the lid of the bin, and forcefully chucks in a whole bag of leftover baked beans on jacket potatoes. (How do I know? you may ask. Well dear reader I have a very strong nose and that is useful in these situations.) I shook with excitement and doing so, the leaves rustle beneath me. The stranger whips around and narrows her eyes at the tree stump which I was hiding behind. I crouch down further and they murmur something but I was too far away to hear what it was.

 

The figure goes back into the tent, but I can see that they are peering through a neatly snipped-out window. I think they think that I don’t know that they are there but gosh I do know! I stroll out there, brave as anything, and I can tell that they are surprised to see an adult wolf trotting around the bins. I start to wrestle through the rubbish, acting like a fox. They disappear and I know what's next. Hurriedly, I try to rummage through the different bin bags, desperately trying to find the baked beans on jacket potatoes before the woman comes back with the mop. As soon as she storms out of the tent with a large mop, I finally, oh finally, find a whole bag dedicated to jackets. I cower behind a fern as she looks around, then she spots me. 

 

I escape through a hole in the rotting wood fence surrounding the area. She retreats via the front of the soup kitchen tent. I run back to my cubs with a feast in my muzzle. It's a night with a feast.