There was the banging. The endless banging on the sides of the garbage truck. Justin knew what this meant. During his now eight-year-long period of being a garbage man, he knew what every sound was when it came to that truck. This sound, the banging on the walls of the truck, he knew it all to well.
"Those bloody raccoons!" he yelled to himself.
Raccoons always jump up in the garbage when he isn't looking. Sometimes even whole families of raccoons jump in and make it their dining table. It's so hard to get them out too, he gets endless amounts of scratches by them which he always gets shots for. He needs a better job, something to escape to. At least the raccoons were having fun.
"Another bump from them and I'm stopping the truck" he thought.
Another noise, but it wasn't a bump. It was a thump. Something huge was in there.
"That's it!" Justin pulled to the side of the road, and jumped out of the car. He opened the doors, readying his flashlight to scare these buggers off.
"Hi!"
"GAH!" Justin couldn't believe it. A raccoon... woman? She was part human, part raccoon, all confusing for Justin. He couldn't take it. He passed out.
"Oh god, oh I'm *chitter* sorry!" Laura spoke. Laura moved towards him and tried to pick him up. She ended up scratching him on his arm, his skin wasn't as tough as hers. Hopefully when he awakes, she'll get to apologize properly.