I’m just about to get back on my bike when I see something moving out of the corner of my eye in the tall weeds on the side of the road. Removing my sunglasses, I walk over and see that it’s a taped-up cardboard box. And it’s moving.
Something’s inside it. Scratching. Trying to get out.
Oh, f**k.
I glance up and down the road where I’m standing, and there’s absolutely nothing out here. No houses or stores. It’s just a road going up the mountain with nothing but woods on both sides for miles.
Kneeling down, I pull my knife out of my belt clip and carefully slice along the tape, not sure what the hell I’m going to find in this box, bracing myself for the worst.
A tiny paw shoves through the small space I’ve cut open, and I quickly cut the rest of the tape as a small gray furry head poke
