It was about 7PM or so as it was dusk, about the time the street lights starting to come on. The neighborhood I lived in was a medium-sized development built just after WWII. Everyone knew everyone, and traffic was light due to the road ended at the edge of the woods. As I was walking home I noticed something dash out of the bushes on the left side of the road. It moved rather quickly, but in a strange manner. My first instinct was that it was an injured dog, possibly hit by a car and dragging it's hind legs. Even though it was still far ahead of me, it startled me and I stopped dead in my tracks. As I did so, it stopped in the middle of the road. I then got a very good look at it. It was a baby. I remember thinking 'how the f**k did this baby manage to crawl out of a house and in to the middle of the road?'. I started to quickly make my way towards it in order to get it off the street. I remember being panicked, but somewhat amused and bewildered as I trotted towards it. As I g