Monday night, animals. Tuesday morning, nothing. Every cat, every lion, every hump-backed whale just vanished. I think they had a better offer. They’ve gone somewhere else, all of them, and they didn’t even say goodbye.

I think a giraffe left a note.

But I can’t reach it.

I miss the animals. I was never a big animal guy, I knew people who had pets but I didn’t think of that for me. Wasn’t interested. And now I can’t. I won’t ever hear purring. I won’t see flying fish. Won’t ever eat bacon sandwiches.

I miss the animals. I’m going to climb this tree and hope the giraffe’s note tells me how to follow them.