Alley Cat and Mountain Man

"I think he's dead, Sis."

Bren watched as her younger brother hit and kicked at the Bag. It's name was Bag because it most defiantly couldn't be human.

It was far too dirty and hairy it seemed, it's red nose spanning it's entire head. Wrapped in a white plastic bag, with equally giant feet poking out, it reminded her of a Troll.

Ha! Just my luck to find a Troll living under our bridge!

He stirred and they jumped away, afraid.

"Who the hell are you kid!", Bag grunted.

Bren gasped, the smell of alcohol thick in the air.

"Dad!?"