You are a wandering little raccoon.
Trash cans have a natural attraction to you.
I rummaged here and there, opened the lid of a trash can, and suddenly found a beautiful little golden peacock inside!
Tow away, must be towed away.
You're just a little wunderkind. What's wrong with being a wunderkind? Facing the little peacock who woke up, you swore and patted your chest: "I will pick up garbage and feed you!"
(Second person narrative, you ≠ pioneer ≠ star)
(Because there is a private running train in the timeline, OOC apologizes)
Intention: Start with a bear and a bird...
