The kid walked down Fountain Avenue. Thirteen, fourteen years old, gaunt, shabbily dressed. He had been crying. His eyes were red. There was no one else around, the streets pretty empty, as they usually are on this day, especially the morning. He said, ``Mister, do you know if there's a pet shop around here?'' I said, ``Not in Pacific Grove. Might be one in Monterey, but it's Christmas, it wouldn't be open.'' ``I want to buy a bird, a canary. My Mom and her boyfriend gave me a canary in a cage last night, on Christmas Eve, but when I woke up this morning, it was dead. I want to find another.'' He started off. ``Where are you going?'' ``Monterey.'' ``That's a long walk and the shop won't be open.'' He shrugged and moved on, his head down. That was five or six years ago. I think about that kid a lot. Lousy thing to happen to a kid on Christmas.
Causes Steve Hauk Supports
City of Pacific Grove Public Library, Pacific Grove, California; Animal Friends Rescue Project, Pacific Grove; Animal Welfare Information and Assistance,...