I might have just gained a little faith in the future of the human race this evening. A group of kids, who all had to be under the age of 11, just came to our door asking to whom a lost dog belonged to. They said they’ve been wandering around the neighborhood since morning asking the neighbors where the owners of the dog may be. There may be hope for the human race yet. We may not be doomed.
(This is assuming that their story is not some bogus prank, that is. If their story is bogus, we’re doomed, people.)