nasty little avarice

Avarice had been fiddling with the lock all evening. He’d wedged his tail through the flap in his door, his face pressed against the barred window so he could see what he was doing. The tip of his tail was starting to get sore from being jammed into the lock and he was getting angrier and angrier with his lack of progress.  He was about to give up when there was a click and the lock popped open. Ave yanked his tail from the lock and shoved the door open, scurrying out into the hall.

With his dwindling box of crayons in one hand, he bounded down the hall and rapped a fist on Ted’s door.

“Hey! Hey fruzzbutt!” He called a little too loudly, “Gimme the key, asshole!”