I gently picked it up — a warm, trembling little body. It whimpered softly and pressed itself trustingly against my hands. I wrapped it in my jacket and hurried home.
All the way, the filthy creature shivered, whether from fear or from the cold, I couldn’t tell.
At home, the first thing I did was fill the bathtub with warm water to wash it. When the water touched its fur, the dirt began to slide off — and that’s when I realized I wasn’t holding a puppy. I was horrified when I understood what it really was…
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