The landlords won't pay to rid the building of rats.
They do however maintain the grounds well.
Time to time trash appears, almost as if by magic, outside my window.
Moose, when I presented orphan newspaper, claimed it as his.
I had the notion of play with the wadded paper. After tearing one piece (by his right paw), he let me know what he thought of my idea.
I don't mind picking up the trash … until this:
I did, wishing I'd had this:
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