I was babysitting at my neighbor’s house in the evening, and the girl and I were trying to figure out what to do. Randomly, through the window, I saw a young wild boar/warthog in the grass. I went outside to make sure it was okay (I don’t live anywhere near where a warthog or wild boar would be in real life. At first, it was super wild/afraid of me, but I talked to it, and it talked back, and I invited it inside. The three of us were hanging out and playing, and I feel like there was one more animal there, but I don’t quite remember. Later, I drove the girl to a doctor’s appointment, and on the way back, she asked to stop at this bakery, so I was like, “why not?” And I spend $60-90 on chocolate cake or brownies or something. Randomly, there were a couple friends with me who wanted cake and were going to split the cost, but they disappeared and left me with all the cake. I took the cake back home, and the girl and the warthog and the other animal and I had an informal cake gathering. But then the girl’s mother came home, and I had to ask the warthog and the other animal to come back later and I had to hide the cake so her mom didn’t think I was going to let her have the whole thing (it was a LOT). I told the warthog to chill in the woods behind our houses and come back later. After I went home for the evening, I didn’t see the warthog, and began to worry. I wanted to go into the woods to look for it, but there was a thunderstorm approaching. I crossed the street to go into the woods, but stopped shortly outside them, as the thunderstorm was making me nervous. The woods had a mystical feel to them, a fairy-like energy, but I knew entering them would be dangerous because of the storm. I decided to turn around and go home, but I was still worried about the warthog because he had become someone important to my heart. I hoped he’d come back.