You want me to babysit what? - A new beginning.
I stared at the empty cage. It stood there, a blatant accusation, its emptiness the result of my incompetence. During the frantic drive to the bush, I’d rejected the nagging fear that I was too late. There was no denying it now. Slowly I walked over and sank down onto the couch….Bud’s couch….the... Sign in to see full entry.