Elmo

The search for Elmo took most of the afternoon and our search was finally rewarded as we found the pup hiding behind the tall grass extending through the large field around the back.

"Elmo!" Abby squealed, racing over to pick it up. Aiden skipped happily behind her, but disappointment quickly crept up their faces as it crawled further between the grass, clearly still needing some time to get adjust to the new faces.

"I don't think it will come to you if you go at it like that," I explained, taking out a piece from the Ziploc bag filled with carrots the closest thing to dog food we could find for now.

"But we just want to play with it," Aiden frowned.

"I know that, but Elmo doesn't, so that means you have to show it that you're trying to be its friend not hurt it." I stretched out a carrot to each of them, "let's start with trying to feed it."

"But how can we feed it if it won't even play with us," Abby whined.

"Like this," I crouched down, tilting my head to look between the grass whe