I went out last night and came home and saw a small puppy lying on the sidewalk, though it was at night, but there were lots of cars on the road, and it was a real risk, and I couldn't bear to take it on the road and hold it on the sidewalk, and the little guy ran all the way behind my buttocks, looking at me, looking at its pitiful look, and feeling very uncomfortable.
All of them, with its most necessary help, are not holding him as the last straw, and it's really sweet, and it's so small, and it's painful to look back at its pitiful face, even though it's fate, and it's a small snowflake, and I don't think I can do it if I don't leave it here in the snow.
And I think it's too cruel to talk about it, so cold, it's supposed to be like an abandoned stray dog, when it's like a poor thing with no cock, and if you miss me, fear it won't last this night. Because the day is really fast, it's unbearable. And then he looked at me, and he looked at me, and I couldn't stand it, and then I bought him a sausage to feed, and it was full. I went home with it.
In fact, it was solid on the way, and it didn't break free when I was carrying it, and when I came home, I had to wrap it thick, fearing that the freeze would break it and that it would be suffocated, so that it would have to go through this painful clothing and food myself. And this is when I saw the windows, and the snow was bigger than it was before, and the ground was already covered in white, and when I looked at the little ones, it was full of food and warmth, and it was already in my dream, when suddenly the heart was warm and there was a calm that could not be said. In other words, if I had seen it, I would have thought that I would have stood still.