The van with animal control painted on the side pulled up.
"What are you doing way out here, sir?" The driver in a tan uniform asked.
"Thank God. My GPS directed me out here, and my car broke down, and my cell phone died, and- can you give me a lift back to town?"
"Well, it is getting dark, but I'm not allowed to have passengers normally. I suppose you could ride in back, if you don't mind the smell."
"Back is fine. Thank you," You blurt out.
He walks you to the back of the van. The inside is filled with cages. The smell of animal musk hits you full in the face when the doors open. You feel lightheaded. Sort of giddy.
"You can ride in the big cage with green blanket he says. "Oh, you might soil or damage your clothing. Why don't you take them off? They can ride up front with me."
You nod, somehow that makes sense. He has your shoes and clothing in his arms, and climb start naked into the big cage, and squat on the blanket. He pets your head and says "that's a good fella." Then he locks the cage and closes the van doors.
A minute or so later, the van lurches forwand down the rough country road. You blink. You're naked in the back of the dog catchers truck? Why? You start to whimper.