Being out and about like this was unorthodox for this borrower- just sitting out in plain sight with his tiny feet dangling off the edge of the denigrating park bench- anxiously peeling the red paint off of the wood.
He really hoped they got his message. It’s been a while since he actually could write anything. Plus he didn’t have the biggest handwriting in the world so he hoped that Host would understand it…
Patches perked up when a squeak blared from the side of him.
oh no.