His head was down as he walked in the rain.
"Hopefully the children are okay-" he thought to himself as he hurried along the side of the road. The storm was closing in and he needed to head home to his family soon.
The downpour grew stronger and began to hurt like liquid hail drops. He hastily flipped on his overlarge black hoodie. The rain was making it hard to see in front of him, until-
TRIP.
He stumbled and fell onto the pattering streets.
"What in the-"
And he saw that he had tripped over a cardboard box large enough to barely fit a small child and an amount of textbooks.
"What in the-"
And he peered inside and he saw one small child, and a bunch of textbooks deteriorating in the rain.
"Who leaves a kid out in a box in weather like this-?" he asked himself,
And then he saw scrawled in permanent marker the word "Theodoria,"
"What in the-"
Josiah, Stephen, and Joel were already hell of a bunch. Could he really-?
"Ehhhh, Grape-kun won't mind."
