Hobos Adventures

Chapter Seventeen

Every day in this place is something different. Like, one day will be multiple different shots and a lot of hard work. Another day I could get a good rest. On those days I usually rested a lot. Chris mainly fed me grass, but other people fed me different things also. I even got some apples from a very nice lady, who's name was apparently Bertha. That's my favorite name.

Today wasn't like any other day. Like some other days, we did not do anything, but we just sat around. The thing that was different was that Chris, well, he was very tense.

"What's wrong, Chris?" I asked, concerned. He always looked happy.

"Well, I'm in charge of putting the commercial together, so if it isn't done right, I could get fired." He told me.

Oh, great! He actually said a word I didn't know.

"What does fi-red mean?" I asked him, confused for the first time on something in the English language.

"Let's just say, I won't be able to work here anymore, Hobo," he answered, sadly.
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3 Weeks Later
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Chris couldn't look happier.

"Hobo, guess what?" He practically yelled into my ear, "thecommercialwasrealsedandmymanagersaidIcouldnthavedoneabetterjob," and he talked so fast I thought he was going to fall down after losing so much breath.

"Can you just repeat that one more time, I actually want to understand what you said," I yelled back in his ear, although I had to be careful because not everyone knew I could talk.

"Alright," and he told me all about how he totally wasn't worried about a thing, and then I reminded him that when he told he had to put the commercial together he was on the verge of crying. But he denied it. Classic Chris. Then he told me more about how his manager, or boss, had loved the way Chris put it together.

I'm telling you, walking in to this building was no mistake.