I just got lost, every river that I tried to cross
Somewhere in the middle of Chicago a tiny, pink-haired teenager is wandering. She has an oversized army bag slung over her shoulder and a German Shepherd on a leash, and is wearing very colorful clothes--including a lime-green parka, a candy stripe scarf and electric-blue shoes. All in all, she sticks out like a sore thumb.
The girl is holding a crumpled piece of paper and has come to a stop in the middle of one of the bridges across the Chicago River. She looks at the scrap of paper and then looks around, her expression doubtful.
"Um, Potato, I think we're lost."
The dog looks up at her with what can only be described as a long-suffering look in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that! Aren't dogs supposed to have, like, like instincts for this sort of thing?" She sighs and puts her hands on her hips, looking around. The dog sits down patiently and sniffs at the bridge guardrail.
"Well, well I mean, it's really nice around here, and there's still plenty of daylight so...so it's okay! It's like an adventure, right? And, and if the sun sets we can just follow the North Star, right? I mean, we need to go west. Oh, but...well, I guess it's like Boston so we probably won't be able to see the stars anyway, and it's winter too."
She scratches Potato behind the ears and beams.
"But it's okay, Potato!" She pumps her fist, determined now. "Between your dog instincts and my, you know, my woman's intuition, we'll be fine!"
Potato just whuffs mulishly.
The girl is holding a crumpled piece of paper and has come to a stop in the middle of one of the bridges across the Chicago River. She looks at the scrap of paper and then looks around, her expression doubtful.
"Um, Potato, I think we're lost."
The dog looks up at her with what can only be described as a long-suffering look in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that! Aren't dogs supposed to have, like, like instincts for this sort of thing?" She sighs and puts her hands on her hips, looking around. The dog sits down patiently and sniffs at the bridge guardrail.
"Well, well I mean, it's really nice around here, and there's still plenty of daylight so...so it's okay! It's like an adventure, right? And, and if the sun sets we can just follow the North Star, right? I mean, we need to go west. Oh, but...well, I guess it's like Boston so we probably won't be able to see the stars anyway, and it's winter too."
She scratches Potato behind the ears and beams.
"But it's okay, Potato!" She pumps her fist, determined now. "Between your dog instincts and my, you know, my woman's intuition, we'll be fine!"
Potato just whuffs mulishly.