Slow down the car, I can't keep up. This pavement is hot and my pads are cut. I've got to quit running or my heart will pop. Every muscle is aching. I'm so hungry and thirsty.
Darkness is near.
But I shouldn't leave, he will come for me here. Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet. They call me a nuisance because I eat off the streets. Every car that passes, I chase it to see If it's my master coming for me. With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare, They threaten to kill me - they don't even care.