On the day I was born, my father died. He had went out to grab us some food and died of natural causes (rather we call it natural because it happens so often that it has become commonplace).
Fortunately, I was so young that I never really remembered my father anyway. My mother raised me to be smart and quick; something an adult has to be to survive.
The only problem is that indecisiveness and forgetfulness runs in the family.
Over time, I grow up, met someone, and began planning a little family of my own. Eventually my mother meets an end very similar to my father's.
The pain of her loss has bothered me, but I need to stay strong for my family. I need to work to provide for them.
A couple days after my baby girl is born, I am out getting food across the street from where I live.
With almost all the food I could carry, I start heading back home, when I realize I forgot something. I stop for a second and begin to head back to where I just was.......WHACK!
What just happened? I can't move. My strength is gone and my body is stuck in the road. One of the last things I see is a woman getting out of a big metal thing.
She disappears into this strange big place with numbers on the front.
I really hope that the squirrels on the other side of the road can see my bushy tail sticking up from the road.
I can't move, except the breeze blows my tail in a way that maybe someone will see and can hel..........