Shivering in the cold winds of the night, a small black puppy sat alone. His tiny frame
shook uncontrollably as he tried to keep warm. The newspaper he found helped a bit, but wasnt
enough to keep him warm. His flippy and torn ears perked every time he heard somebody walk
by. Whimpering when a person walked near him, he used his heart-broken eyes to beg for good.
Some smiled and left him foor, others ignored him and kept walking by. Alone he sat, without
protection or love. His mother was killed by other dogs, they were like a pack of lions
ripping her to shreds. Luckily enough, he slinked away to his brothers and sisters without
the blood hungry killers noticing. Being the runt of the litter, (You would've thought that
he would be the first to die. But one by one, his brothers and sisters disappeared. He
grew up alone on the streets of New York.) Never knowing what love felt like, this puppy
limped through the alleys. With his tear-renching eyes, he tells of the tragic past he lived.