a tale i wrote for a friend a while back, *ahem*

It all started long ago, I remember so vividly the day I left San Juan. We moved to Desayuna. me, my mom, my dad, my brother... and my cat. It was a kitten really, i had found it in a trashcan. Our trashcan, back in San Juan, it had fallen in and we heard its pitiful mewing. In the light of the porch we could see it was hurt, we took it in. fed it and patched it up, soon it was fine. I named it Trashcan, after where we found it and because it was gray. I think it was half deaf also, because it wouldnt react to loud noises. It was my cat, and it followed me everywhere.
When we moved to Desayuna, we brought most everything. It was a small quiet town and we were told that there was no furniture store or such. On our first whole weekend in Desayuna, i got to explore. my parents and a few helpers where setting things up and wanted me out from under their feet. I went into the town area and was checking out the different shops, trashcan, as ever, was right behind me. It grew dark quickly, though in my earnest explorations i did not notice. Until i had ducked down a small alley between two buildings, when I came out everything seemed to have suddenly dark. Everything is different when its dark. Your senses shift and you aren't sure anymore which way is which. I panicked, i ran lost and hoping to find home. finally, a light shone bright a little ways off. The porch light of my house! I kept running, running until i was safe again. My mother held me close, then looked down at me. "well, your finally home. gave us a scare! your safe now, but where is trashcan?" I looked around, but he wasn't there. I called for him, no answer. In my frantic state I had left him behind. Lost like I was. Without a light to guide him home.
Unknown "kimbles and bits" Lazy - 16 years, 8 months, 19 days ago