The bins sat in silence on the wet, cold tarmac in the bright, morning light. The sun was rising slowly over the huge rubbish yard in the shadows. The bins slowly opened their mouths and yawned

a yawn that said they were definitely not ready for people to come and feed them with plenty of

rubbish. People started flooding in when the owner of my house opened the gate. People, men, women, children and babies all came in and filed our mouths with food (rubbish). They filled us up to the top of our throats and left us feeling full and sick.