The Journey To HR, Part 72!

I stayed hidden behind (or in front of) the sapling for a few days.

Nobody seemed to notice the empty lot where a house used to be.

A dog peed on my leg.

I didn’t move.

I just watched.

And silently whimpered.

On the third day, under the cover of darkness, I decided to move.

As soon as I stepped around the sapling, the street lit up with lights from above, below and from all sides.

I tried to run, but the dog peed had dried and one of my pant legs was stiff.

It made running quite difficult.

Discombobulated, I fell.

Dozens of vehicles surrounded me.

People got out of the vehicles, pointed and laughed at me.

Someone dumped hot coffee on my pee caked pant leg.

Someone else put a tag on my left index finger.

After a few more chuckles, they got into their vehicles and drove away.

It went back to being dark.

I sat up.

“Well,” I said to myself. “Guess I’ll be going to an airport!”