I went on a trip…

Me and my friend, we are traveling together – happily walking around the streets of this exotic locale. It is more of those historic locales (not ruins!) – exquisite houses and beautiful lanes, cheerful people, and so on. As we stand there talking to someone, we hear the drum beats – not that incessant loud ones – but more like the marching kinds. We stand there listening for a min – if we were dogs, you could see our ears prick up – and there we hear it again.

All of a sudden, our friend pushes us inside the house nearby! My friend rushes in and I try to get in behind her. Fear and danger is in the air. You can feel it everywhere – in the air you breathe, in the eyes of the strangers and friends. I've hardly gotten my entire self inside, those people came and asked for us. They protected us – they lied to those people. We were saved – albeit for a while.

We sit there chatting, my protector and I, about the little things in life. It's night time and everyone’s going to sleep.

Soon, someone comes running in - out of breath – and says we were seen by those people. Those people had seen us in the neighboring street and are bound to search the houses in the neighborhood. That panic finds its home in us.

Where do we hide? The big question for the moment – we need some place for the two of us. I look up and see the things piled up in the attic – old boxes, unused things. We’d hide behind those things. So, up goes my friend and I give her our bags and shoes and climb up. We lie down, hoping they don’t bring dogs.

Soon, those people come and search the house – and leave without finding us. Once they’ve left, we get down, bring those bags and shoes down too. Oh, I can’t find one of my shoes, and there it is in that corner.
Oh, look at that man staring at us – time to find another safe place. Get ready fast, let’s go…

Did we find a safe place? Did they find us? I don’t know…I woke up – my alarm’s ringing…time to get up and get started with the day!