The masked night runner.

The thiefs' heartbeat skipped in sync with the clanking of the basket. He was built up with suspense as he heard the clanks get louder, so he knew he was getting closer. As he free ran through the bushes to come to, what he thought would be, delicious free food. As he gleefully departed from the bushes, he was dazed by the vista. It was a tower full of chow, unguarded by a single soul. The raccoon was full of joy and did his happy dance. As he worked his way up the post to the tower, he heard a reverberation. As he was hidden by the dark of night with his mask hiding his face, he new he would not be caught. Then another echo occurred. He wasn’t sure what it might be, so he foolishly ignored it. He was almost to the goal he had longed to reach. As he reached the tower, something swooped by him causing a sense of ice chills running up his spine. He clinched the post attached to the tower he knew his life was in grave danger, as he didn’t know that he had stepped onto enemies turf. Another thing flew past him, but it was so fast he could not tell what creature he had encountered. He had a decision to make. Either he stayed and got the food, even though he knew he would not leave, or he escaped to survive and steal another day. These thoughts went through his head over and over as he could not make a decision. He finally decided to leave with his life in his hands, so that he may enjoy the moon of another night.