Grackel sat on the cold tile floor in the corner of the kitchen, meticulously sorting through the contents he snatched from the counter, quietly mumbling to himself: “Bread, raisins, toothpicks, a pop tab..”

His small hands moved quickly, carefully arranging each item inside his nearly-overflowing cloth bag. Grackel’s sharp eyes darted around the room occasionally, taking in every detail, alert for any signs of danger