We trained Robby to never leave his teddy bear behind.
So, years later, every time we tried to throw the thing out, Robby would rescue it from the garbage.
We dumped the horrid thing in the neighbor’s trash can, but somehow Robby found it there and dug it out.
One block down… two blocks down…
He always found it.
I sent him to his room, and as I tore the thing apart, something fell out:
The waterproof GPS tracker, in case Robby ever got kidnapped or ran away.
Oh. Right.
I went to Robby’s room and…
He was gone.
ROBBY!