The museum had closed for the day about an hour ago. Guardian was fast asleep on his pedestal, indistinguishable from an ordinary stone statue. He didn't look the slightest bit out of place in the exhibit.
Then, suddenly, he stirred. He could sense someone disturbing one of the artifacts elsewhere in the museum. It wasn't the museum staff; nobody was scheduled to be in that area at that time of night... which only left one possibility.
A rush of determination filled the Felidae statue as he jumped down from his pedestal and bolted for the stairs.
The raccoon grinned silently as he transferred several ancient gems and gold coins from the now-open display case into a pouch. This theft had been all too easy: come in through the skylight during the blind spot in the night watch's schedule, pick the lock on the case, and he was rich. All he had to do now was bring it to the fence and--
"Empty the pouch."
The thief looked up. The light was bad, but the figure looked like a Mobian cat of some sort. He didn't look like any of the guards, though, and he smelled of stone.
Regardless, this would not do. The raccoon tried to knock the cat out with his wooden club, but to his astonishment the result was a broken club and a completely unfazed cat.
"EMPTY. THE. POUCH," the cat repeated.
With few options, the raccoon opened the pouch and poured its contents out onto the floor... but secretly kept one coin, not wanting to leave empty-handed and figuring the cat wouldn't notice until it was too late.
As the raccoon turned to leave, though, the cat grabbed him by the tail and lifted him into the air, his grip remarkably solid.
A gentle shake brought the last coin to the floor. The cat dropped the raccoon, then collected the stolen treasure and put it back.
"You're free to go," the cat muttered. "But if you leave here with anything that isn't rightfully yours, I will hunt you down and break every bone in your body."
Breathing a sigh, the raccoon got up and scampered off.
Guardian tried to conceal his smile as he returned to his pedestal. He'd already reported the incident to the night watchman. In a way, he was grateful for the occasional attempted burglary at the museum, for they were one of the few chances he got to practice his original trade...
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