My humans had driven me three long hours back to the homeland. My second older parents lived in the homeland, and it was a wonderful place. I could run, roam, romp, and rove shackles-free through the yard.
After a horribly quick weekend, I could sense my humans were planning a return to the horrible rolling house. The rolling house would take us back to the second homeland…
I did not want to go.
So I romped. And ran. And wiggled. And roved.
I did these marvelous things around the yard for 20 minutes. I had evaded the humans grasps, outsmarted their tricks with the shackles and the cookies. I was running merrily, and suddenly I was caught.
Ah, a glorious and brief glimpse of freedom in the homeland.
Till nextime homeland...I will see you soon.