You slip on your boots, wrap yourself in a fuzzy scarf, and step carefully out the back door into the snowy night. The footprints lead across the porch and into the yard. They're weird — shaped kind of like tiny shoes, but much too small for a person. You follow them through the sparkling snow until you reach the old birdbath. There, sitting in the snow, is a raccoon wearing a Santa hat! He's holding one of your cookies in his little paws, nibbling happily. "Hey!" you call. "Those are for Santa!" The raccoon freezes. His eyes go wide. Then he tries to hide the cookie behind his back, like you didn't just see him. You step closer, crunching through the snow. "You can't just steal people's Christmas cookies, Mr. Raccoon!" The raccoon looks guilty for a moment… then slowly offers the cookie back to you.