- Not that way.

- How?

- Put each bag with a water to hold it down.

- But I want to make a nice little square inside the box with all the bags first, so we can just drop everything in boom boom boom.

- It's too windy for that.

- But boom boom boom!

- (laughs) It's good thinking though.  We're still going to do that.  We're going to boom boom boom, you better believe it.  But first it's going to take some time because of the water...

- So what do I do?

- These bags are pesky—Just open each up individually, but put a water in each before you put it down in the box, then set up your square, like 4 or 5—

- 5!  Definitely 5!

- Yea, 5 rows—

- 5 rows of 5!

- Yea, then we can easily start dropping the food in.  First, each gets the crackers, boom.  Then peanuts, boom.

- The breakfast bars—

- Boom.

- Fruit—

- Et cetera.  This doesn't need to be too long.

- One more though.

- Chili mango!

- Hey, I found the dog.

- Oh yea?!  Tell me...

- Well—

- But don't stretch it out.

- When I was riding my bike...comma

- Today!

- I decided to ride around that intersection—

- Hey, hand me that bag.

- And I saw a man in the alley walking a little dog.  I just thought I'd ask him, so I said if I could show him the picture from my phone, and as he was looking at it I looked at his dog and realized it was the same dog!

- Oh yea, was it his?  How do you rip this fuckin' thing.  Here, I'll use my keys.

- He seemed reluctant to admit that was the same dog.  He was using clever language to admit that he agreed that there was a dog in the picture.  He sounded like a politician.  I don't know if he follows the Four Agree—

- Today!

- Well, anyway,  I just told him someone had lost the dog a second time, and it looks like someone's taking care of him.  But he said he had three already and was going to try to find it a home.  The puppy seemed happy.

- That's good.  Did you tell him anything about you could keep it?  Or did you want to?  

- Well, I gave him my number just in case.  He wouldn't give me his, but I don't mind.

- As long as the pup has a home.

- Yea, there really was a raccoon in that alley the night before.  

- You're such a hero, Today!  

- I don't get why he seemed suspicious of me though.

- Maybe he's going to try to sell it...  

- Sell the dog? 

- Here, we can stuff a few bags in between.

- You really think he wants to sell it?  

- Who knows.

- That's a cynical way to think.

- I guess.  Whatever's left we can just put on top.

- Why do you think he's going to sell it?  To a poacher?  A puppy poacher!

- (laughs) No, not a poacher, Today—Well if he wanted to find it a home and...eh, whatever. 

- What?  

- I don't know, I just hope he's impeccable with his word. 

- I hope he has a good heart.

- Gotta apologize to the big guy next time.  We're not going to get to his area today.