Feeling the sun’s rays upon his face, the sensation of freedom, he continued his quick stride across the front yard. Luck continued in his favor as he spotted a mail truck approach. He grinned as he knew what to do; I tell the mail man what had happened and he’ll give me a ride back home! Without much further thought, he quickly waddled up to the truck, but upon reaching the side of the vehicle, he was greeted by a heavy-set woman who wore a name tag that spelled “Melanie”.
“Um, m- Melanie I…”
“Mel, how are you doing today?” James froze as he heard Ellen’s amicable voice, sounding off as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about the situation outside her house. “Let me guess, bills, bills and more bills?”