Brian Daboll reportedly drove Daniel Jones out to a remote field in Germany. After unclipping his leash, he shouted, 'Go! You’re free now, boy! You’re an outside QB now!'
Jones, holding an ice cream cone Daboll had bought him earlier, stood there blankly, mouth slightly open, not moving.
With a tearful shout, Daboll said, 'I SAID GO! NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE!' He puffed out his chest, waving his arms to look bigger, knowing that Jones only recognizes shapes.
Daboll ran back to the car, jumped in, and sped off, watching in the rearview mirror as Jones stood quietly in the field.
Back at the hotel, a pang of guilt hit him. He thought about going back but sighed, saying, 'No, it’s better this way. It’s in his nature. He’ll figure out he can nibble the grass and find a stream for water. He’s fine.'
As he walked into the lobby, Daniel Jones was standing there, his eyes open but not looking at anything, still clutching the melted ice cream cone, eyes vacant, breathing heavily through his mouth.
Daboll slowly removed his sunglasses, looking Jones up and down. "There’s something... not quite right about you, boy," he said, a reluctant smile breaking through. "But, my God, you’re fast."