Ted was a homeless dog, his fur matted and dirty from living in the wasteland. It was a place of desolation, where the only sounds were the wind whipping through the broken trees and the occasional rustle of debris. Today was no different for Ted—just another day of searching for scraps to fill his growling stomach. But today was also his birthday, though no one knew, and he had no one to celebrate it with.
As Ted wandered through the barren land, he sniffed around piles of trash, hoping to find something edible. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows that made the wasteland look even more eerie. Ted’s eyes, once bright and full of life, now reflected the loneliness and hardship he had endured. He was just a dog, but even he had memories of better days—days when he had a home, a family, and a warm bed to sleep in. Those days were long gone, replaced by the constant struggle to survive.
Ted paused for a moment, his tired legs aching from the endless walking. He sat down on a patch of dry earth and looked up at the darkening sky. There were no stars yet, just a vast expanse of emptiness, much like his own life. He whimpered softly, the sound barely audible in the stillness around him. It was his birthday, but there would be no treats, no belly rubs, and no one to wish him well. Just another night alone in the wasteland.
As the night grew colder, Ted curled up in a makeshift bed of leaves and dirt. His body trembled from the chill, and he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger in his belly. In his dreams, he was back home, warm and loved, with a full bowl of food by his side. But when he woke up, the harsh reality of the wasteland would greet him once more. Ted was just a dog, but even dogs have wishes, and on his birthday, Ted’s only wish was for a place to call home.