Treasure
Void
Sam was having a blast! There was so much to smell! So much to see! So much to listen to! He was not a fan of the train, but he handled it well. He leaned against Kitty's leg and growled softly until the roaring monster passed. He would not let such a beast attack his person! He snorted proudly when it was gone, then in seconds caught sight of the seagulls. His butt wiggled in excitement as he barked and lunged at them. Oh, he knew he had no hope of catching them, but it was fun to hear them scold and scatter!
Norville walked beside Kitty, mostly watching the ripples of the water and the few boats in the harbor bobbing serenely. He wondered what it would be like to live in a marina on a boat. It looked peaceful. Was it as peaceful as it appeared? Or was it like the proverbial iceberg with only a tip showing and a whole lot of trouble brooding beneath the surface?
When the kid came over, he couldn't stop staring as Sam sat and happily accepted the pets. The kid looked just like his younger siblings. He sighed sadly when he left. Maybe he could call home? If they still even lived in the same place... he could call his mother's cell, perhaps? Surely the police weren't looking for him as vigorously anymore. He shoved his hands into his pockets gloopily as he trailed behind Kitty, not even the sparkling water able to draw him out of his funk.
Sam pulled gently on his leash more than he ever had before, tiring himself out and causing his throat to get sore and raspy. There was just an overwhelming amount of newness!
Norville walked beside Kitty, mostly watching the ripples of the water and the few boats in the harbor bobbing serenely. He wondered what it would be like to live in a marina on a boat. It looked peaceful. Was it as peaceful as it appeared? Or was it like the proverbial iceberg with only a tip showing and a whole lot of trouble brooding beneath the surface?
When the kid came over, he couldn't stop staring as Sam sat and happily accepted the pets. The kid looked just like his younger siblings. He sighed sadly when he left. Maybe he could call home? If they still even lived in the same place... he could call his mother's cell, perhaps? Surely the police weren't looking for him as vigorously anymore. He shoved his hands into his pockets gloopily as he trailed behind Kitty, not even the sparkling water able to draw him out of his funk.
Sam pulled gently on his leash more than he ever had before, tiring himself out and causing his throat to get sore and raspy. There was just an overwhelming amount of newness!