We lost the battle.
When we walk through a town to the new gathering spot, we meet nobody. Maybe the citizens are so nice and don’t want to embarrass us. Or they don’t want anything to do with stray dogs like us.
Except for a little girl.
“One penny a cup.” She says. I thought she’s giving the drink for free.
“OK, but what do you need the pennies for?”
“I save them.”
“For what?” Money has less value than toilet papers now.
“Nothing. I only charge for being treated like a grown-up.”
“Lady, you have no idea what it’s like to be a grown-up.”