Giraffes

A Journey

After seven months he came back...

"Hello son," he said.

"Hello father."

"Today we will go on a journey."

"A journey to where?"

"A journey to where I live. A journey to a magical place."

I got on his back and glowing, he leaped out the window and into the night.

For a while we were falling. And I was scared. But then he grew wings. Magical wings. Wings that could fly.

And we flew into the night.

It was amazing.

The sky was dark, but I didn't care because he was glowing. And he was keeping me safe.

Then we landed.

We were in an alley.

It was scary.

But my father comforted me.

And I felt better.

I love my father and he loves me.

We saw a hobo. He looked sad.

I gave him a French fry I found on the ground. And then he smiled.

It felt good to make people happy. Kind of like how my father makes me happy.

Then he vanished and I was alone in the dark alley.

The hobo came closer and closer. Then I felt a sharp pain.

The last thing I saw was the hobo hitting me with a stick.