6) In the well, Lassie?

Wednesday night I made my tipsy way across the Boston Public Garden round about midnight. It was a nice night, but there didn't seem to be a soul around. It didn't feel creepy, just...heavy with meaning. I was climbing the stairs next to the bridge when I saw a Weimaraner patiently waiting for me at the top. No lie, when I got to the top of the steps, he looked at me, then bounded forward, looking back periodically to see if I was following.
I got kind of worked up, thinking he might be leading me to a child in distress or a pot full of treasure. After a quick jog through the garden, the dog suddenly stopped near a gnarly old tree. He was looking intently into the shadows. "What is it boy? A reward for my life of chastity and good deeds? That elusive leprechaun with charms-a-plenty?"

It was three rats.