I am a street dog. I was born near a petrol station. I and my mother lived happily there. I and my mother made a small house with mud and stone. After a few days my mother died then I was feeling very lonely and scared.
The next morning I thought that from today onwards I should not waste my time crying all the day. I went into the garden then I saw many dogs playing over there so I thought that I should also play there and make some new friends. I made some new friends and they liked me. Every morning I and my friend played over there.
After one month an old woman came and took me to her house. She told me that every evening she would take me for a walk. I asked her, could I go in the morning to play with my friends? The old woman told me that she did not want to take me in morning. I wanted to see my friends. The old woman got angry and left me on the road after hitting me on the leg. She called me stupid dog and went away.
Then I felt very sad because the old woman had left me. But I also felt very happy that I was free and can do anything and I was very happy playing with my friends and for my own well-being.
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