He’d been poking around in the trash in hopes of finding a candy bar when his nose (or what remained of it) had picked up the faint scent of something much, much better. In an instant he was on the ceiling, shimmying through a vent in order to find the source faster. He attached his hooks to his suspenders in order to make less noise, and crawled through half the neighborhood before stopping abruptly, sniffing a few times, and poking his head out of the nearest vent.
It was close.











