One morning I woke with the
beautiful bright sunshine, which gave me a feeling of a happy day, birds
twitting, sounding as if they were in a battle of a territory, and made me feel
so curious about what was actually happening outside. About two minutes later,
the birds went from low to high with their magnificent sounds calls, which just
becomes miserable. The louder they were, the more curious I became.
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I had no choice, but to get off my
bed and stick my head out of the window, just like a giraffe trying to reach
the green leaves from a tree, for survival. I closed my eyes as I went closer
to the window because of the bright sunshine, and I finally reached the window.
I opened my eyes as I opened the window too, all I saw was plenty of different
birds, in different sizes, flying away from something strange, some were still
on the ground looking like they were eating, which made me wonder.
For a while, I was at the window,
studying the all the birds and why they were there. About five minutes later, I
took a scrap paper from my school bag, squeezed it into a ball like an angry,
grumpy teacher, and I threw it to the birds. They all flew away, like
helicopters heading to a war with soldiers, I was shocked. I saw a dog, not
just a dog, but a dying dog, which was quite sad to look at.
I quickly went off my bed to go take
a look at the dog outside, at the moment I had no fear, I was brave, just like
a honey badger, and I was about two meters away from the dog, flies were
already teeming all over the place. As I came closer, a smell of rotten meat
was what I thought of from the dog, which almost made me vomit.
The dog was badly wounded on its
hind leg, worms were all over the leg, which was the reason the dog was
surrounded by the birds. Falling fur, a bony tail, I saw as I took a closer
look at the dog from the back to front.
Brown eyes, with grey on them. White
fur on the ground from the dog, unhealthy skin of the dog hanging. Bones were
what I was looking at, because there was no hope of the dog getting fat again.
A crying stomach, proving that the dog was hungry. I then looked on its face as
it looked at me too, I burst into tears, even though the dog wasn’t mine, and
meant nothing to me.
Sadness, hopeless, ashamed, was how
I felt when looked at the the dog, which wasn’t just a dog, but an old dog. I
took a few pictures, as my hands were shaking like an old aged man’s hands
trying to pick up something.
I was hungry and wanted to get food
for the dog, so I left slowly so the dog mustn’t try run away from fear. As I
was fives metres away, I started racing to the kitchen to quickly eat and get
food for the dog, all happened while I was in my pyjamas. I took a few
biscuits, and everytime I took a bite, there was no taste and I had no
appetite, eating was not what I had planned at this moment. I took what I had
to and raced to the dog with the food for it and as I arrived, the old dog was
gone, with its food in my hands, I started crying again, as if somebody had
died. I dropped the food and left.
“I will never forget this” I said to
myself with a crying voice.