The Helping Dill-E-Maa

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A Short Story Based Upon my interactions with two street dogs in winter.

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English

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Young Adult (18-35)

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Chapter The Helping dilemma. Powerlessness Nous. It is winter of 2021. I'm near the balcony with my intrusive house of life and death. Looking down from the 3rd floor terrace, I see a skinny brown dog covering in fear due to the weathering winter of december, running around to find a shelter for a moment of relief. But he's getting old and one and only friend I usually see him with around. There's nowhere to be found. I remember his friend got a sweater put on, but this is not the same case for him. He is generally very timid and a scared look in his eyes indication of the trauma he must have gone through. On the other hand, his friend is generally calm, suspicious, bold and anti provide. It is quite a combination for me to see in wildlife generally of all the alpha may breed of dogs I have seen are usually aggressive, but this one is scaring and on top of that very humble to his surroundings. The first time I met them was during night. Not the best. Our for faint hearted souls, but I no doubt spare than most people out there and have been taste by them as a jug twice, but never written, not even a single scratch yet. I find myself confused on what to do. I see them suffering while I'm in comfy clothes going on about life and its meaning while others suffer even for a single piece of bread and weather gets libyan grounds. With that balance. Training Children with the same teaching and suffering they grow up in never learning from mistakes. Just repeating them over and over and over again. While I got out of my head, I see the dog disappear in the mist. I looked forward in the whole alibi. He is nowhere to be found. All I'm left with is two cautions. One reason. No conclusion is that creature's suffering because our ancestors thought it is a good idea to pet bowls of that time. Or is it because the genes might have altered the present day dogs capacity to tackle winter rinse in comparison to its wolf's cousins. But we no longer feel the need to take upon tradition of our ancestors had started. In either case the creature is suffering from human interference with nature for its own selfish intent. What a shame to live our own animals, who thinks their ability to job, make them intelligent to do one act and not understand the principle of cars. And as I go back to my room, I see the cowardly dog searing just on the doorman of my flat. Do we continued