The Homecoming
The dog was dirty, cold, and worn out from his long journey. And yet, he had done it. He had crossed hundreds of miles to make his way back home.
He stepped up onto the porch and scratched on the door. A woman answered. She looked at him. “Yes?” she said that way that humans talk to animals.
Damn, thought the dog. Wrong address! He raced past the woman, into the house. He ran wildly from room to room, searching, as the family screamed and yelled and tried to catch him. Finally he found it: a road map. He clenched it in his jaws and ran back outside. He was only a couple of houses away when he stopped and, with his paws and teeth, spread out the map on the lawn.
He gazed at it for a moment, then realized: shit, I’m in the entirely wrong state!