“You ever wonder what it’s like to be free, Jake?” she asked dangling one bare foot in the stream. “I suppose not, huh? You’re only a dog.” Jake cocked his brown head and pricked his pointed ears.
“I do!” she beamed. “I wonder what it’s like to be a bird. To be able to fly anywhere you want at any given moment. To sit weightlessly on a branch at the very top of the very tallest tree in the forest and see what’s beyond the horizon.”
Her oval-shaped face sank back to that pained look… Continue