“Ow ——”

There it was again, that kind of dog barking which was disturbing the residents. You didn't like your neighbor. That guy had practically transformed his courtyard into a zoo, and even some of the courtyard buildings had extended beyond your yard.

‘Who does he think he is? A druid?’ You thought indignantly and angrily pulled the curtain closed.

Before long, there came a rustling sound from your house. That wasn't the kind of sound that a human being could make. You were startled. Nervously, you picked up a baseball bat and walked towards the living room. You found that it was a raccoon, which had gotten itself trapped inside the dishwashing rack because it had been rummaging through your kitchen cabinets.

You breathed a sigh of relief and were just about to go and rescue this raccoon when, at that moment, there was a knock on the door. You frowned and opened the door. It was that annoying druid neighbor of yours, Krueger, with a little monkey hanging on his shoulder. Krueger took a look at the baseball bat in your hand and said in a manner that was both pretending to be nonchalant and slightly awkwar, "This isn't supposed to be the way a neighbor welcomes others, is it?"

You quickly realized what he had come for and said ruefully, "Don't tell me that raccoon belongs to you."

Krueger cleared his throat and replied with a forced laugh, "Maybe it does."