A young boy named Chowder is walking down the street with a coat on. Then, he saw me all alone in front of the trash cans

What's this child doing here? - Chowder asked with a strange look on his face. Oh, you poor thing! Are you lost?

I nod my head 'yes'

Really, really lost? - Chowder asked

I nod my head 'yes'

Oh no! Where are your parents? - Chowder said, picking me up in his arms

I told him that I don't have parents

Oh no! - Chowder said. Let's get you inside my place!