Yes, you with the child on a leash.
I'm sorry I have judged you harshly. I did so in ignorance, and I'm ashamed.
Do you see this guy? Isn't he adorable?
He runs. Fast.
His silent, stealthy feet carry his tiny self away before I can blink.
I'm afraid I might lose him. He's hard to find in a crowd.
So, you. You with the child on a leash. Teach me your ways.
I want to be one of you.
Where can I find a contraption to keep August tethered to my side? Preferably one that doesn't make him look like my puppy.