They stay indoors for weeks, only coming out to feed me.
Then suddenly they run around like they've lost there minds.
They're taking everything away.
She, the one who feeds me, looks like she's about to cry. Her hair is falling everywhere and here eyes look larger than normal. The boy who gives me water and her are carrying everything away.
She takes my food containers.
That dog got out again and those humans have to catch him.
She scoops me out of my comfortable cage and puts me in that dog's crate for a few minutes. As soon as I get settled she pulls me out and puts me in a tiny box.
They all sound terrified.
I feel her carrying me in the box.
She lets me out and I'm in her bedroom. It looks like every possession she ever had was out. She wraps up her fragile treasures and puts them in a large box. Her father knocks on the door. She looks around the room frantically. She grabs a few last items and puts me in the tiny box.
I feel her carrying me in the box.
I jolt and we're moving faster than I ever had before. That dog is spasming out and those humans sound terrified.
She is concerned about me and pulls me out of the box. I take it all in. We're in a rolling box and the whole family is crammed into it. The boy is resting on her shoulder. The dog wants to eat me. The boy grabs the dog and she puts me back into the tiny box.
We roll for hours and hours stopping at random times.
Finally, she carries my box into a rolling house.
Bright lights and loud voices.
She carries me back to the rolling box.
Hours later she carries me back into the rolling house, sets me down and falls dead asleep on her pile of belongings.
We wake up and she carries me to the rolling box. We roll for hours and hours and hours.
She pulls me out of the tiny box and I breath fresh, grassy air. She looks dirty and so does the rest of her family. They're all covered in that dog's hair.
She puts me back into the tiny box and we roll for hours.
The world gets dark and she puts me into the rolling house.
We wake up and she carries me outside and puts me in a large crate.
Then she disappears.
The world gets dark,she pulls me out of the crate,puts me in the tiny box, and carries me into the rolling house.
We wake up.
I sit in the crate and eat my hay and drink my water. She pulls me out and lets me run. She follows me.
She puts me back into the crate.
The world gets dark,she pulls me out of the crate,puts me in the tiny box, and carries me into the rolling house.
We wake up and she puts me in the tiny box and we roll for hours.
The same thing happens, tiny box, crate, tiny box... rolling for hours and hours. Will she just pick a crate?
We roll for hours suddenly we're back in her room. She is trying to arrange her luggage. She seems happy.
She puts me back in my comfortable cage and I go to sleep.
