Blain cried most of the night, thinking about his human. Was the human worried? Running around town, calling after Blain. The golden retriever pup shifted positions, hoping sleep would finally find him.
Nothing did.
Not long before the sun rose, Blain barked, waking up Leo. “We gotta go,” the young pup said.
“Now?” Leo the parrot asked. “I haven’t had my morning cup yet.”
“Go have your morning cup, then,” Blain said. “Whatever that is.”
Leo flew high into the sky and disappeared.
“Hopefully that silly Leo comes back,” Blain thought.