Grizabella was tired. She hurt her right foot, the one she limped on all the time. She was walking in the park, and she didn't see the little hole someone had dug up, and turned her ancle. She limped all the way back to the yard. The weather was really bad the last 2 weeks. It was windy, and a few trees fell just on the side to the main enterance of the Junkyard. She had to climb over the logs to enter, but she found that you couldn't enter from the enterance now. You had to go the back way. She climbed back over the logs, and hobbled along to the back enterence of the yard. It was blocked with logs too. "I need to get inside so someone could look at my ancle," she said to herself.