There is a WHOLE ROOM with no roof and it is made of ground and my human is walking me across it and it smells like FIFTY DIFFERENT DAYS all at once!
Hot ground. Rubber. Someone dropped a chicken here once, I know it, I KNOW it, the ghost of the chicken is in this ground and I love the chicken and I never met the chicken.
There are the big sleeping metal beasts, the ones we ride inside, and they are all lined up SO GOOD, so many of them, taking a nap in rows, and each one smells like a different family and I want to meet every single family. That one has a dog. THAT ONE HAS A DOG. I will never meet that dog and I already love that dog.
A cart rolled by. Best cart. The lines painted on the ground are yellow and I do not know what they are for but they are the best lines.
My human is looking at the little buzzing rectangle and making the worried face and pressing a button and one of the metal beasts far away goes BEEP BEEP with its eyes flashing and my human says "there it is" in the happy voice and
THE HAPPY VOICE.
My human is happy. The metal beast is found. We were looking for it the whole time and I did not know we lost it but WE FOUND IT and I am the one who found it, probably.
And in the beast there is a bag, and in the bag, I smell it, oh I smell it, there is a fry.
There is a fry for me.
There is always a fry for me.