Three garbage cans stood side by side like an unshakable mountain of trash, overflowing with waste and emitting a terrible stench.
Marcel Jefferson was searching through the garbage with a pitiful sound.
With so much trash to sift through, Purple Summers and Aria Jackson found a shady spot to sit and rest.
Purple curled her legs and put the crossbody bag over her lap, revealing a little crow with a bald head.
"Carrying it around every day must be such a hassle." Aria found the ugly little crow amusing and poked its head.
The crow seemed groggy as if it had just woken up and didn't react much.
"I don't have a choice. I have to feed it every hour, otherwise, it will become restless," Purple explained.
"Every hour?!" Aria exclaimed, "That's exhausting. A cat would be much less trouble."
Purple smiled, "It will only be like this for a month. Once it can fly, I won't need to take care of it."