She crawled her way to the far off house. It was all bleary. Yet, she knew exactly where to head. She could smell it. The pork chops in gravy were driving her forward.
She crawled hoping for a whiff and a reprieve. Her mind was spinning rapidly while her body made its way slowly to her final destination. She had always loved those pork chops. Now she would no longer gave them. She finally made her way to the house and she propped herself up enabling her to look inside. Indeed they were all at the dinner table enjoying a home cooked meal. She took in the sights and smells and let herself slide down. She let the paper slide to the ground. The name gary was written on it.