#OngoingAdventure: The Hunt
Chosen: physically turn around

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We’re behind you…
You’re staring at the paper and shaking.
You quickly turn around and look out the rear window. Nothing.
“What,” Gail asks earnestly, “What is it?!”
You’re still looking out the window, darting your eyes around. You try to hand the paper to Gail, not saying anything. After a few wobbles and jabs, Gail angrily snatches the paper out of your uneasy hand.
“What the hell,” Gail screams and turns around with you.
Still, there is nothing about besides an occasional car leaving the drive-thru.
After what seems like an eternity, you both look at each other. This is not at all what you were expecting. You look back to the meeting spot and see a black creature sitting there.
You gasp. Gail turns to look too. She had just been staring at the paper again.
“It’s a dog,” you both say in unison.
As if responding to you, the dog stands up on all four legs, and bows its head towards you.
The sun seems to be setting, stretching the dog’s shadow to the Southeast. It’s as if it’s pointing to something. The dog stands up on its hind legs like a wild stallion rejecting an unwelcome rider.
It drops back down to all fours and begins to run in the direction of its shadow.
You look at the invitation, the unfolded origami, and the strawberry marshmallow.
Options:
👉 Call the police 👉 Go after the dog 👉 Confront the McDonald’s employee 👉 Throw caution to the wind and eat the marshmallow
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