Freedom

They were busy digging the garden, and I wandered through the back gate on my own, into the woods. After a while I heard them calling, but I was too busy exploring to bother. They became a bit frantic, running up and down the path, calling me, but it was not until mom went back to the house, fetched my collar and shook it, that I reappeared. The sound of that collar means "walkies" to me.