Lost property

Cenvi was visiting Newport with her companion, Ollie. Ollie was sitting on her shoulder with the sea breeze gently buffeting the Feathers of her little friend. The wind was calm as the ocean waves gently lapped at the wooden docks. All of a sudden, shouting was heard from the nearby warehouse, "Which one of you didn't put labels on these crates?!" 

Cenvi looked at Ollie, "Should we check it out?" Cenvi asked her fine feathered friend. Ollie, although nocturnal, woke from his slumber and gave a hoot of Approval. Cenvi and Ollie headed towards the warehouse, Ollie still sleeping on cenvi's shoulder. 

Upon arriving at the warehouse, the duo found hundreds and hundreds of unmarked crates. "Which one should we pick?" Cenvi asked her feathered friend. Ollie let out a series of hoot like snores as he drifted off back to sleep. Cenvi shrugged, Ollie wouldn't have a say in which crate they should pick. Cenvi decided to pick up one of the largest crates she could spot with her eyes. 

She pried it open with her paws, making sure she wasn't too rough so she wouldn't wake up her little owl friend who was snoring away on her shoulder. The crate was.... empty? Who would send an empty crate? Why would they send an empty crate? Questions raced through her mind as she wondered why it was empty. Perhaps it was already sorted and she best put it away somewhere else so it wouldn't get in the way... again. 

She found a nearby dumpster, Ollie still snoozing away on her shoulder. She was surprised to find rats in the middle of the daytime and better yet... it looked like the rats were enjoying a meal of spilled spaghetti. She 'delivered' the crate to the closest bin, trying not to disturb the rats.