(If you really have doubts about smaller prey, I suppose I can change my profile to some other character. This one just happens to be one I really enjoy)<br/><br/>It had been a hard week for Manny. He was employed as a commission paid electrician that was called upon by all the buildings that neighbored him on Winchester avenue. His most frequent customer who ran an in, suddenly decided to accused him of living in the walls as a squatter. Oh, but he was willing to compromise of course. All he would have to do was optimize the inns electrical system and rent would be null and void, but he Manny wouldn't get paid either. Manny had decided then that he had lost a customer. The host was too paranoid and opportunistic. It had offended Manny to badly to suggest that he had taken something he didn't earn of build.<br/><br/>Manny headed home after one of his few remaining jobs to his actual home which was not even near the inn. It was his own little street drift palace in the alley behind a deli, build from any for of miscellaneous he could find. Most of it was cardboard, but it served. One room of his house was mad of metal,his bedroom which was made from a large aluminum can.It was the only place he could create a sturdy door and a non-permanent sunroof. He walked into the can and bent the door closed that night. He reached up for a wire he used to shut the lid. He didn't wan't to see the moon tonight. He just wanted plain comfortable silence. He lipped into his matchbox bed, removing all his cloths and slipping under the denim sheet.<br/><br/>His eyes closed and, when he first opened them again, he thought he was dreaming. He felt that light as air sensation and could here the constant muffling flutter of wind about. He looked up and pressed open the lid of the can with a pole. He could see only sky, no buildings for contrast. Manny slid out of bed and was instantly astonished. He didn't land on the floor, but instead ended up floating in the center of his room, his tail pointing upward. towards the moving sky. Manny chuckled awkwardly before he realized he was drifting upward slightly, towards the roof. He thought it would be nice to let his dreams take him, but a sudden realization hit him. He grasped his bedpost while he still could and was glad it didn't lift with him. This was no dream, he was falling, for real. The sensations he felt were real, the fear in his heart was real.<br/><br/>Before he knew it the can came to a startling halt, stopping with such force that the sides literally folded in on themselves. Manny's body crushed into his bed, spreading matches throughout the place. He felt such a pain that he blacked out. The last thing he saw was a tall tree that hung over him and his crushed bedroom can.