John is 40 years old and lives in his humble home on 21 Sugarcane Drive. It was a normal day, the sky filled with clouds. John was seated on his sofa reading a book.
Crash! The table had fallen to the ground, the lamp lying next to it, it's light flickering. John got up, and went to set the table straight. As he turned around, heading back to the sofa, he stumbled. Standing up he looked around.
There under the carpet he saw a lump. Suddenly the lump started moving rapidly. John backed up, his eyes glued to the lump. What is it, thought John. Probably a raccoon!
He dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a chair. He dragged it back to the living room, and raised it above his head, standing in front of the lump. He glared at the lump with intensity.
Sweat poured down his face. It was sticky and wet as it rolled down. He trembled in fright, the chair rattling above him. He took a deep breath and pushed the chair down. "Arf!" the lump barked. "What?" John exclaimed, while he carefully put the chair aside.
John lifts the carpet, and peers inside. A tiny dog crawls out and he picks it up. He remembered opening the door last night to let a light breeze in. The dog must have sneaked in then, looking for food. John looks at the dog. Life sure is full of surprises.