Scott: Henry

 

So I was walking home from work today and this stray business man jutted his head out from the bushes just a few yards (or “meters” for all you foreigners) behind me.  Hearing the russle, I turned my head just in time to see a well-groomed head pull out of sight.  I had a half-eaten ham and cheese sandwich  I didn’t plan on finishing so I put it on the ground in front of the bush and waited to see what would happen.  Nothing.  I sensed an aura of shyness coming from the bush so I started walking away.  Sure enough, another russle, followed by a definite munching sound.  And then footsteps.  I had no more munchies on my person but he stayed on my heal the whole way home without enticement.  His sporadic movements, never infringing on my personal space, gave him an almost human quality – with the timidity and longing of a child.  I must admit by the time I reached my apartment I felt an almost palpable connection to him.  Or was it to the thought of being needed?

I named him Henry.  There are no pets allowed in my building but he is potty-trained and I am moving soon so I don’t see the harm in keeping him.  Plus, maybe he can help me with my math homework.