One day while I was having my daily walk down the local street
I found a crying little kid next to a man laying on the ground which I assumed was the kid's father , the kid looked young , maybe 5 or 6 years old , I called an ambulance, notified them of my location then walked up hurriedly, and stared into the kid's eyes for a good few seconds.
"What happened to your dad?"
"I-I don't know, Dad told me to wait at a supermarket th-then sniff guy came and sniff said he was gonna take me to Dad"
What I understood from the boy's explanation was that his father told him to wait outside a supermarket, which is obviously a bad idea since they're riddled with thugs and criminals, then a man saw that the boy was alone and tried to kidnap him.
"Do you know this man" I said, pointing to the body.
"No, but he said he knew where Dad was and he was going to take me to him." he said with a voice, shattered from his excessive crying.
"Alright, don't go anywhere ; the ambulance are coming to take us both home." I said, in a calming tone.
I then looked towards the man, I first had a thought of helping him, checking to see if he's still alive, breathing or not, but I thought again and decided not to touch him just so I don't make things worse than they already are.
I give myself 5 seconds of silence, check the watch on my wrist, look back towards the boy and see him running away in the distance.
"I can't let him go alone" I say to myself
"I need to go catch him"
After around 3 minutes of sprinting, I manage to catch up to the boy who was exhausted quickly after running.
"Why did you go? didn't I tell you to stay where you are?!" I say to the boy in a scolding tone.
"I'm sorry, I was scared!, I promise not do it again" the boy says.
I hold his hands with a tight grip just to be extra sure, I check the time again and look back to the boy's face ; it is filled with joy.
Eyes shining, cheeks raised with a huge smile looking towards my back, I turn around to see an ice cream truck.
"Can I please have some ice cream? pleaaase" says the boy in a begging manner, I give in and let him go to the ice cream truck, I would go myself if my legs weren't so weak from the running.
the boy walks up to me, with a sad face, saying :
"I don't have any money" he says, in a tone that's clearly asking me for some.
"alright, how much do you need? i'll gladly pay for you since you decided to honor your promise"
"I'm gonna need about tree fiddy" the boy says, It was around this time I realized that the boy was 8 stories tall and a crustacean from the Paleolithic era. That goddamned Loch Ness monster had tricked me again!