The next morning, Rollo awoke to a fairly humid morning. From a cold to exhausting humid climate. Rollo had to escape his box for the time. Not many were roaming so he decided to visit the bazaar once more to find his meal. He strolled in and hid well, looking for the sweet strawberries that he ever so loved. Always waiting for the owner of the stall to look away, he was ready to pounce...when someone tried grabbing Rollo.
"THERE YOU ARE! I found the thief!" the vendor exclaimed. Rollo quickly snatched the berry and made a mad dash away from his box. He had to lose those chasing after him. Turning a corner, Rollo hid in the shadows and closed his eyes. Letting the pressers pass by. Opening his eyes he realized that now it was not safe to ever go back to the Bazaar. Meaning his food was cut off. The lone berry would have to suffice for today...then tomorrow he would need to find real food.
Returning to his box, Rollo noticed more trash around his box. He was more than distraught over it all as he shoved aside the junk and cleaned his box out. Rollo was not sure where to get food now...All he could do was wait.
And wait...
But the day would move fast. Night rolled around. Rollo was hungry and his stomach growled. He meowed into the empty night softly and curled up under the faint remain of his blanket...
"THERE YOU ARE! I found the thief!" the vendor exclaimed. Rollo quickly snatched the berry and made a mad dash away from his box. He had to lose those chasing after him. Turning a corner, Rollo hid in the shadows and closed his eyes. Letting the pressers pass by. Opening his eyes he realized that now it was not safe to ever go back to the Bazaar. Meaning his food was cut off. The lone berry would have to suffice for today...then tomorrow he would need to find real food.
Returning to his box, Rollo noticed more trash around his box. He was more than distraught over it all as he shoved aside the junk and cleaned his box out. Rollo was not sure where to get food now...All he could do was wait.
And wait...
But the day would move fast. Night rolled around. Rollo was hungry and his stomach growled. He meowed into the empty night softly and curled up under the faint remain of his blanket...
Tomorrow, Rollo will find his home.
