Raccoon-Proof
The trash bin at the campsite was green metal, and it had a bar across the lid. There was no key on it, only that bar. The raccoon found the bin on the first night of October.
She pulled the bar with both hands. It didn't move. She pulled it with her teeth. It didn't move. She got her head under the lid and pushed up. The lid stayed shut. She went home hungry.
On the second night she sat in the tree and watched. A camper came with a bag. The woman pressed the bar down with one hand, down and not up, and the lid opened like a door. The raccoon tried it after midnight. She pressed the bar down with one hand. Nothing. She pressed with two hands. Nothing. She was small, and the bar was strong.
On the third night she climbed on top of the bin, walked to the bar, and sat on it.
The bar went down. The lid opened, and the raccoon went in with it.
In the morning a man from the next tent read the sticker on the green bin: RACCOON-PROOF. THE LATEST DESIGN. Inside, on a bed of paper plates, the raccoon was asleep.