All hail the cleaner, for he is good. I can’t imagine the mess we’d be in without him. I’ve seen him toss around a carcass bigger than me like it weighed nothing.
I told him once that I wanted to be the cleaner when I grow up. He laughed but didn’t sound like he was kidding when he told me he’d kill me if I tried to take his job.
He knows, and I know, that I’ll never be the cleaner. I’m too small and too dirty. A cleaner’s gotta clean. That’s what my mother always said. She was right.