I was hustled into a cardboard box and taken for a ride in a car.
After a short time I was carried to a place that was noisy and smelly. I felt anxious. Confused. A short time later I found myself in a quieter space. I was removed from the box and handled by a stranger. I felt panicky. I wanted to get away from her. I was returned to the box and, before I knew it, back in my secure home with all its familiar smells.
Relieved to be back, I tucked into the tagliatelle I'd been served earlier.
The White One
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