Coco was getting tired. Despite the smell of ripeness all around her, she was hungry too. There were miles of food around her, but all of it was beyond spoiled. It seemed to mock her with its presence and inedibility.

She found a relatively smooth surface on one of many hills made of trash, where she could sit and rest. She picked through the pile for small items and tossed them at a nearby row of aluminum cans, knocking them down. Coco was surprised by her good aim. She enjoyed the sound of the items as they hit the cans. A bottle cap: Tink! An apple core: Thump! An old magic marker: Plunk!

Coco continued to search for things to throw, pleased that she had found a way to amuse herself. She dug around a bit more, unable to find anything else small enough to toss at the cans. She gave up her game and decided to kick the cans down for closure.

A small black fly zipped out from the mouth of a large can of beer marketed as being Australian, but that was really just disgusting. Out of contempt for that vile tasting beer, Coco smashed the can beneath her cardboard-clad foot and found a mild satisfaction in the sound of something being crushed and broken.