I work at a chemical manufacturing plant. The factory stands almost at the edge of the forest — from the gate to the river it’s only about a ten-minute walk. Often after my shift, I take the path home that runs along the river.
That evening was overcast, and a light mist hung over the water. I was about to turn toward the bridge when I noticed something strange near the riverbank — a lump of mud, grass, and fur. At first, I thought it was just trash, but suddenly the lump moved.
I came closer… and saw that it was breathing. It was a small creature, soaked to the bone. Its fur was matted with dirt, its ears drooped, and its eyes were barely open.
— Poor puppy… — I whispered. Someone must have abandoned it, maybe even tried to drown it — the river was right there. I felt an overwhelming wave of pity.
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… At first, I was simply glad to finally see its real color — beneath the gray-brown layer appeared thick, gray fur. But the more I washed it, the stronger a strange feeling grew inside me. The fur was too dense, too coarse — not like a dog’s.
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