Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2015 7:33:42 GMT
The sky was bright and blue, the clouds fluffy white, the spring in Pongo's step was almost contagious. He waved good bye to the kids as he closed the front door of the orphanage. Did life get any better than this? A wonderful woman, 15 adorable kids, and a long walk home to look forward to? Well, it could be better if he already was home. If this was his home. He turned around to look at the two story building behind him. What would that be like? He had a brief image of sitting around a television set watching the last program of the day. But it was gone as quickly as it came.
Sometimes Pongo got lost in these daydreams. Images of a life that could be, or was, or maybe it was only in his head. Whatever it was, they were wonderful. And they got him thinking about other wonderful things in his life now. Like what he was going to bring to those kids tomorrow when he stopped by. He wouldn't have any mail for them, he never did. Sometimes he did for Perdita, but not often. He had to find excuses to stop. At first, he had real excuses, like I delivered this letter to the wrong house. But now his excuses were getting more and more... well I saw this stick and thought of you.... lame. He needed to have reason. Did he? Did he really need a reason to stop by? Apparently. So he needed a good one for tomorrow.
The sun began setting over the hills, lighting the forest leaves into a green fire. His shoes captured his attention as he strolled down the lane, kicking rocks and pebbles out of his way. Colorful shadows came into vision. A smile spread over Pongo's face as he looked up. A bouquet of balloons floated before him, tied to a small cart. Carl would know what to do.
Sometimes Pongo got lost in these daydreams. Images of a life that could be, or was, or maybe it was only in his head. Whatever it was, they were wonderful. And they got him thinking about other wonderful things in his life now. Like what he was going to bring to those kids tomorrow when he stopped by. He wouldn't have any mail for them, he never did. Sometimes he did for Perdita, but not often. He had to find excuses to stop. At first, he had real excuses, like I delivered this letter to the wrong house. But now his excuses were getting more and more... well I saw this stick and thought of you.... lame. He needed to have reason. Did he? Did he really need a reason to stop by? Apparently. So he needed a good one for tomorrow.
The sun began setting over the hills, lighting the forest leaves into a green fire. His shoes captured his attention as he strolled down the lane, kicking rocks and pebbles out of his way. Colorful shadows came into vision. A smile spread over Pongo's face as he looked up. A bouquet of balloons floated before him, tied to a small cart. Carl would know what to do.
