Hunter comes in and wants to know if he can take some kid who is lost home. I go outside, and sure enough-- there's a little boy in the middle of the lawn. He's standing barefoot in the rain, crying. We ask him where he lives, and he starts walking down Laurie Ave. We ask him questions, but all he says is "Baba is gone." We get to the end of the street where he says he lives... he opens the door and goes in, so Hunter and I follow to see if anybody is at home. Some 20 year old dude comes out of the back room. It smells like dog crap a little. There is a dog crate in the living room. I see a dachsund waddling around.
"Is this your kid?"
"My cousin's" says the young man.
"Um... well we found him wandering down the street so we brought him back."
"Oh? Ok."
It seems like we've reached the logical conclusion to whatever conversation we're going to have, so we head back out the door. As we're leaving, a guy pulls up in a SUV, so I stop to explain who we are and what we're doing. He seems pissed at the young guy, who he refers to as his nephew. He wants to know where we found him, so we go though the story again.
