I woke up wanting to not relive it again. That was actually the best yet worst day of my whole life. Today was the 1-month anniversary since I ran away from home! Today was the day to start at another peace of meat, I normally took a week to eat a peace of meat, but if I felt as if I could and would eat the meat faster I would make it last about a week. With this system all of the meat would last me about 4 and a half months! It smelled weird this morning, it didn’t smell bad it just… smelled really good! I had to figure out what this heavenly smell was! I lifted the lid to the icebox up and peeked my head out to make sure there were no guys in black suits waiting to see me or looking for me. There was no one on the street this morning, not even any cars. I jumped out of the box and sprinted down the sidewalk to the next corner, but before I turned the corner I looked to make sure there was no one there. Unfortunately three guys who worked for the pound were still looking for me, to take me to the pound and kill me if no one came to take me in a week. I guessed that the wonderful smell was a bag of fresh hot, just from the oven, French bread!