A Trash Panda Saga

The venue for our tale can be seen sitting outside in the cold on this gloomy December morning. The strange noises began coming from dumpster in the wee hours of the morning. It has been explored by curious Trash Pandas numerous times in the past. Naturally, we suspected the scraping and clawing noises we heard were the result of a lone Trash Panda.

You can see the look of disgust in the creatures eyes. As if he was looking up at me saying, "You humans have dirty ass dumpsters - just an FYI." I couldn't help but feel deeply contemplative at the thought his gaze invoked. I stood stunned and blind to the world around me while the Trash Panda busily worked below.

Upon shaking off the introspective haze this regal creature ensorcelled me with, I noticed the Trash Panda had resourcefully constructed an escape device with metal scraps, chicken bones, and some sinew - we suspect it was pulled meticulously from the chicken bones. His face clearly states that he is the MacGyver of quadrupedal mammals and thusly must be revered.

The Trash Panda displays its grace and agility as it prepares to leap to safety. I could feel the creatures disdain for having to resort to such a banal means of escape from the dumpster. Its salient aura impressed upon me its preference to levitate itself out of the cold steel box. Perhaps, in its wisdom, it elected not to unravel my mind by showing me its true power and capabilities - I'll never know.

The Trash Panda fled the human tainted area for comfort, and likely to celebrate with his ample harem, in a hole next to a large culvert. The taint of man, while present, was constantly being washed away by the Trash Pandas very own stream. The water drowned out most of the sounds of his victory celebration - but rest assured that merriment was had.
Imgur TOS prevents me from posting images of his proclivities with his harem. But from the noise, I can assure you his celebration was rabid.