Under the bench, tucked into a pile of leaves and plastic wrappers, was a small bundle. It moved.
Inside: a trembling, half-conscious puppy. No tag. No collar. Just barely clinging to warmth.
The giraffe pulled back and stared at the commuters.
Under the bench, tucked into a pile of leaves and plastic wrappers, was a small bundle. It moved.
Inside: a trembling, half-conscious puppy. No tag. No collar. Just barely clinging to warmth.
The giraffe pulled back and stared at the commuters.