I am a little Boston terrier in a box waiting for somebody to pick me up.
I wonder when somebody is going to come.
I hear a rabbit yelling at a fox nearby.
I see a rabbit, a fox, a baby bird and a leopard.
I want somebody to pick me up and bring me home.
I am hungry, thirsty and lonely.
I pretend that somebody is taking me home and have a nice loving family.
I feel the soft breeze. I touch the box.
I worry that nobody will ever come, and I’ll be left in the forest forever.
I cry because I think nobody will come for me.
I am annoyed by that fox always snooping around for the rabbit.
I understand why the baby bird is chirping for his mother.
I think he’s lonely like me.
I say to the little baby bird, “Don’t worry. Your mother will come!”
I dream of somebody taking me home to a nice warm house.
I try to howl loud enough so someone will hear me.
I hope I will be taken home to a nice family.
I am waiting in a lonely box for someone to take me home.