NINETEEN

The bus finally pulled into the parking lot of the school and the children clamored out. Pinky cowered in the lunch bag that she had dragged to the back of the bus. She had devoured half of the peanut butter sandwich and had even figured out how to open the juice box. If it weren’t for the noise and bumpiness of the ride this would have been a very pleasant morning, she decided, licking her whiskers and savoring this unusual treat. She couldn’t wait to tell Sam about it. As she thought about Sam she began to get sad and very homesick. How would she ever get back to the warren? She had no idea where she was.