Phil

Phil could smell the succulent food before him. Now his only problem was how to reach it. They had grown wise to his previous tactics.
He could no longer simply lift the lid off and grab his food. They had caged the buffet in. As Phil circled his target he could hear them inside. Clomping around and making quite a racket.
Deciding it was safe to risk he reached through the enclosure and grasped the latch. Lifting and pulling upwards the door swung free and Phil went for the ride, climbing up and leaping towards his buffet before the swinging door stopped. Landing with a crash his buffet spilled onto the ground. He heard stomping from inside as he was bathed in light.
Not wishing to leave with nothing he grabbed what he could and ran. Two loud cracks filled the air as Phil felt a sharp pain and dropped his food. He would need to find a new place to dine. This one was no longer safe.