Monkeys
I grabbed the bag right when I was heading out the door without double-checking the packing. It wasn't until I saw the raccoon posse up ahead that I worried. I felt the bag shifting on its own and quickly dropped it. The monkey was fierce and heeded no time in emerging violently from the bag. The raccoon posse snickered and road on towards us. The monkey picked up a stick and galloped into the melee. Dust bellowed out as the monkey bounded towards the raccoon posse. They tried to flank him but the monkey was too smart for that. He spun without haste and swept 3 raccoons off their feet with the stick, roundhouse kicking them back a few yards. The other raccoons quickly regrouped and spearheaded towards the monkey. The monkey leaped into the air and brought the blunt end of the stick right into the center of the raccoon pack. They tumbled away from the force of his landing. He then methodically impaled each remaining raccoon posse member with the elegance of a ballet dancer. The original flanking raccoons regained their composure yards away, and scuffled off into the forest, beaten and embarrassed. The monkey howled and beat his chest in victory. Then he clambered back into the bag and sealed it from within. I caught my breathe and picked up the bag. The monkey was worth every penny. I couldn't wait to see the look on the battle squirrels' faces as I trekked towards my destination, no longer in fear.