My dad doesn’t have a bag with him. He’s leaving me at the airport. I’m his Mr. Sheep Sheep and he’s going to send me somewhere I don’t even know, without him. I put down Mr. Sheep Sheep. He props up on the dirt on a flat-panel bottom. His stubby round legs poke out in front of him. His arms reach out for a hug. I look in his black button eyes. They beg. I turn my back and my mom sweeps me up in her arms. My chin bounces on her shoulder as she begins to run. I wave good-bye to my friend. He won’t live past sundown, I think. That was the third creature I ever killed.
