I was walking home and just, like, my arms got tired so I took one of my parcels and hid it in a snowbank. I would come back for it later, like a doggie, or a squirrel. I was feeling very smart and walking away when I heard “HEY!!” Uh oh, it was the guy from the house that owned the snowbank. He thought I was littering. I explained the situation and he said, “Guess what? Gentlemen still exist!” and he pulled the parcel out of the snowbank and walked me home.

The parcel was a plastic tub of cat litter.