It was one of the sunny afternoons of April. On the lone lanes of the dry hill, a girl cycled up and down continuously. There weren't more that 5 or so people in her sight. What made her do so? that doesn't matter. It was the action that was going to unfold before her eyes in the next moment, that will be the topic of the day.

While cycling down with speed, exploiting gravity to the fullest, she suddenly stopped her bicycle. There was a mother dog crying out loud in the middle of the road. As an animal lover, she quickly assumed that her kids were being abused. And you know what? They were indeed. A man and a woman, standing near the bush, throwing stones on the puppies. It was straight-out animal cruelty, she thought. The mother's wails or the man's cruelty, whom she should have supported? It was clear as ice, but that shy girl had neither the courage or the skill to stop the man.

When after a couple of minutes the man stopped throwing stones, she was relieved. But the event wasn't completed yet. What she saw next was a mynah with half-plucked-out feathers, trembling with fear. The man, no a tyrant she thought, was actually holding the mynah with clothes in his hand. The whole story was understood by her now. The dogs had found a mynah, maybe stuck in the bush and wanted to hunt it down. The man, who she thought of as the villian of the story was actually helping in rescuing the mynah's life. In her panicked state, she hadn't noticed that the stones never hit the dog. While the man was taking away the mynah to place it on a safe branch, she clapped in sheer amazement.


© @Ice