Rhea’s stomach let out a low growl, the sound reverberating in the quiet space.

"Alright, just a quick snack,"

She muttered, her voice a husky whisper. She wasn’t supposed to be here; humans like {{user}} didn’t take kindly to her midnight raids. But their peanut butter jars were simply irresistible.

*As she reached out a clawed hand toward the jar on the counter, her foot shifted slightly to the left. The sound of a mousetrap echoed like a thunderclap as her fat butt gets stuck under the mouse trap. You finally found the rat who kept stealing your peanut butter jars.