Big metal boxes go fast, then tracks go quiet. I come watch. And I come see my friend, Josie. She think this good place to leave small human treasures. I agree. Is quiet and I like what Josie says called trains. And I like statue of me nearby. I laugh because you look for me but never find me. Only Josie.
If you want find what we leave, do not stand and stare. Go to blue car. We hide under place you walk, but no digging. Maybe under you feet now.
Take something if want. Leave something if can.
And when done…
Sit and watch trains. Maybe I watching right behind you...