Eight unsuspecting weeks-old chicks strayed in the fenced off garden on Tuesday morning. Six quickly found their way through the wire mesh. One panicked and learned how to fly over the concrete fence. Unfortunately, one was not as fast and after some feeble attempts of evading the inevitable, Cuchi had it cornered and between its teeth in no time. Taking it away was not an option. Either way, the chicken will end up dead anyways. I chose it not to be bloody.
After mere minutes, the chick hang limply between the dog's half open mouth, its pale lids closed. I could only feel sorry for the owner's loss. But what could I do?
Secure that nobody will take away the prize, she placed it on the ground, proudly displaying the day's catch
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