When I went to shopping in the street yesterday, when I went to a crossroads, I was suddenly tripped by something, and I almost fell down, and I was so upset, and I was so sad, and then I turned around and realized that this was a little black dog, and I was so bored, and then I looked down and looked at it, and it was so sad, that it was supposed to have been thrown away by the owner, and it had been floating for some time.
And the hair of his body was a thread, and he was covered in mud, and it looked dirty, and I looked at it, and I was ready to leave in advance, and I didn't walk two steps, and I heard a scream from his back, and I heard that the stray dog was dirty, and then I knew that it was thrown into the garbage, and then I slapping my own hands, and I was shocked, even though the stray dog was dirty, but that was too much to do.
After all, he's a stray dog, and he's gonna throw it into this dumpster, and he's pathetic, and I'm gonna get in there and I'm gonna take him out of it, and he's gonna keep calling it, like he's trying to explain his problems. It's really hard to take it home, so I want to take it home, and it's really bad, and I really can't see it anymore.
And then when I was about to leave with it, it happened to be two fashionable troupes, and when I was just about to leave with a little stray dog, I was deliberately given a place to go, and the look looked so obnoxious, and said, "Doesn't a lot of dirty vagrants want to leave?" But even so, I will take it home, and I will not have to take into account other people's visions, and it will be exhausting to think that if I take it back and pick it up, it won't be ugly. It means that long-term drift is so dirty, and if I wash it, it's a fairy.