Oh, how I wish I was Mrs. Kyle Thrift. We’d have a beautiful…
My mom breaks my bubble and tells me to go outside. I bring my scooter and get in the car. Then the four of us leave. We drive to the path and get out. I ride my scooter through the rocky part to the good, flat part.
I ride a little ahead of my grandparents and mother, and return to them before getting too far. I talk to them a little, or just think about life.
So I’ve been riding my scooter in this fashion for about ten minutes when I hear noises. It’s a loud scratching, like an enormous coyote or something. I ask my grandparents about it, and they say they saw a coyote in the middle of the street only a few days before. I doubt it was a coyote, though, because wouldn’t it have attacked?
I choose to forget about it, and continue on for a few more minutes. Then I hear it again.