The sun beats down, but there is a sadness in the air. Your owner is talking to a slim woman in a dress and a fat man in blue tracksuit bottoms, a blue hoodie and a baseball cap. He/she nods her head sadly as he/she cuddles you. She/he whispers in your ear: "Good luck, buddy. I'll see you in a year or so.." and although you can't hear him/her, you seem to understand what's happening, as the woman scoops you up. you get packet into a van, and you get driven off, over the hills.
