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Raccoon Prince, slipping through the cracked window of a grand house, soft paws landing silently on polished hardwood floors, regal yet ragged cape swaying behind him, ears twitching at distant sounds, moonlight spilling through sheer curtains, the aroma of untouched food luring him forward, a shining refrigerator standing like a monolithic vault, a daring leap onto the counter, delicate movements, tiny claws working the handle, then—the cold light spilling out, the holy grail revealed, a wedge of cheese perched like a golden artifact, the first bite taken, a gasp, footsteps above, escape imminent