There it was again. The smell of aged cheddar cheese. The aroma rolled across the lip of the trash can and down to the floor in an unending wave of mouth watering temptation.
Bonkers forgotten, Carson wedged himself in the narrow space between the kitchen cabinet and plastic trash can. It was the tight squeeze that enabled Carson to make his vertical climb. His back pressed against the cabinet, Carson's tiny claws easily found purchase in the slight imperfections of the plastic.
In only seconds Carson reached the top edge of the trash can. Anchoring himself with his back legs, Carson used his front feet to dig through the assortment of paper, aluminum, and food scraps. Nose twitching, stomach grumbling, Carson zeroed in on his prize.
He was salivating by the time he spotted the rectangular chunk of cheese. Ohhhhh.. it was white cheddar!! Carson couldn't imagine why The Family would discard such a treat. Carson quivered in anticipation of sinking his teeth into the tasty prize.
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