The next morning I woke at the base of a hill, where my bush was. I peeked above the bush to see if any owls were near by, just to protect myself, then crawled out from behind the bush and stretched my legs. I had slept a little uneasy, as you probably know why, and I was all cramped up in my little bush. I had a sharp pain in my right leg.
I looked at the long span of road. It didn't continue around the hill, but up it.
"Oh great," I thought aloud, "another hill to climb, and I can barely walk!" Maybe this one won't be so bad, it didn't look as bad as the other hills. I haven't actually walked over any hills on this trip, but the other hills are different.
The other hills were back on the farm, obstacles I had to overcome. Like cows shunning me away from their little privet conversations, probably talking about why I was so different. At least Billy was there to comfort me, but not always. Sometimes I felt I could overcome these challenges myself, but I was greatly mistaken. I always needed someone there by my side. But it was to late to turn back.
Literally, I had no idea where I was.
YOU ARE READING
Hobos Adventures
AdventureAn unappreciated cow embarks on a courageous journey. His name his Hobo and he doesn't know what is truly in store for him. By the way this book is a little goofy, but it also has a lot of deep meaning, so just hang in there.
