Now, I know that they say cats always land on their feet, well I’m here to tell you that to my shame that I ended up curling into a ball and bouncing a few feet away from the tracks. The landing was rough, as you can imagine, and when I came to a stop, it took me sometime to gather  my wits about me. When I did so, the Hobo was standing over me, looking down. “Well, are you going to lay there all day, my bouncing friend or are you going to get up and come with me into the city. I promise that it will be worth your while”

Not seeing any other viable options, I rose to my feet. Rubbing my sore neck, I replied, “Fine, lead the way.”

Smiling, the Hobo turned and started walking towards town. Realizing that I wasn’t directly behind him, he turned to me, “What is the problem now?”

Not sure what he was talking about- but deciding to make something up so he wouldn’t ask again.  I grumbled something about my neck, while scrabbling to catch up.

After we had been walking for about forty minutes, the entrance of the town came into sight.

“Now before we enter into this town,” The Hobo said, “lets discuss how we’re going to be getting from the town to the city. The first thing that we’re going to do is get some newer clothes.

“Why?”

“We need to blend in and we can’t do that with what we’re currently wearing