Yoyetal

This was going to be a longer project, but I am sick of writing sad stuff. So, short it shall be. And it shall hopefully be the last of sad posts for a while.

Conditions do not improve when hating a fellow human. Given the right circumstances, hating ignorance can provide self-betterment.

It is early February. A man who had been dropping off garbage in a landfill discovers a tragedy. Amongst the papers, plastics, glass, and rot, a small movement barely catches his eye.

A small, frozen puppy, incapable of movement except for the slow opening and closing of his mouth, is sprawled amongst the trash. As the man observes this, he notices that there are other puppies present. They are all difficult to see because their camouflage of dirt and neglect matches their environment perfectly.

The man is frozen, too, but with shock. He’s counted six puppies, but only one of them seems to be breathing, and he’s certain that he has noticed this puppy too late. He waits for an agonizing minute, trying to assess whether or not he can help the last surviving puppy.

He has to try.

Slowly and cautiously, he lifts the stiff puppy from the would-be death bed. He calls him ‘baby’ and holds him close, waiting to see if the puppy will move again. For a heartbreaking minute, he believes that the puppy has died in his arms. Another slow jaw movement provides doubtful, temporary relief for the man, and he brings the filthy puppy into his car to be warmed.

He cradles the dog until his movements begin to quicken and he becomes capable of making low, whining sounds. Then, the man drives to the local veterinarian.

This puppy will live.

It will be broadcast as a heartwarming story. The man will be interviewed and praised for his good deed. Footage of the dog and the man will be played on the news with some generic uplifting music.

But, the five puppies that remain dead in the dump will be ignored.