Thank you  KaputOtter for another great sketch! Her L'ottery may still be open, so snag a spot if you can! Enjoy this monolouge!

I quickly parked my beat up red convertible across the street. The lack of light inside the house told me that nobody was home. Perfect. Walking briskly to the front of the house, I stopped at the metal cylindrical trashcan at the edge of the driveway. Despite the rectangular “Private Property” sign displayed proudly on the front lawn, I quickly opened the gleaming trashcan as the nasal fiesta of banana peels, used tea bags, and rotten eggs partied in my nose.
The first object my eyes caught was a bouquet of a dozen white roses, or what use to be white roses. The aromatic juice fermenting in the can had dyed the once pure roses a sickly yellow-green, like an old tennis ball. Although they did not smell fresh, the roses appeared to be recently cut with no signs of withering. Who would throw out a perfectly healthy bouquet of roses?
After shifting through what looked to be a failed attempted at a carrot soufflé, I grabbed a palm-sized picture frame. Carefully maneuvering my fingers around the broken glass, I studied the picture inside. Two girls hugged each other as they smiled for the camera. Although they both appeared to be the same age, only the squirrel on the right wore a black graduation gown. Her ferret friend on the left wore a pink and black striped t-shirt and jeans. Why would somebody throw out a picture of what appeared to be her and a good friend?
At the bottom of the trashcan sat yet another piece of the puzzle. I withdrew a medium-sized brown leather purse, nearly breaking my back in the process. Upon opening the bag, I was greeted by stacks of hundred dollar bills, each crisp and bright, practically brand new. Math is not my strongest subject, but if I had to guess how much money was in that purse, I would say twenty thousand dollars at the very least. Why would somebody throw away such a large sum of money?
I came here looking for answers, but emerged with even more questions. How can somebody be so wasteful by throwing away a bouquet of roses, a picture from her past, and a purse full of money? I quickly tossed the newly found evidence on the passenger seat of the convertible. The former owner of these items obviously did not want these anymore since they were in her trash. I knew nothing about these new clues, but I did know that searching through garbage is a smelly job and I needed a shower.

Character is now owned by  omegawolf9293