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I was terrified to the point of imagining Mrs. Shears' face when she heard the news. I removed the fork that was stuck in the dog, I took him in my arms and I hugged him. .I started to cry and my tears falling to the ground began to mix with the dog's blood, which flowed from the holes left by the teeth of the fork. I caressed Wellington and I wondered who had killed him, and why?
Besides, he was just an animal, why so much fury on him? Wellington is not an ordinary dog, small and skinny, no, he was imposing, black in color, and was very energetic and strong, therefore I think it was a pretty strong person who murdered him.
I looked him in the eye, I admired him who was very loyal to his master. Wellington had very pale eyes, I had not noticed that before but his eyes were mesmerizing. I knew that Wellington was very precious for Mrs. Shears, because Wellington was the hunting dog for Mrs. Sheras, Mrs. Shears was a hunter, moreover Mrs. Shears' husband died a few years ago and therefore Wellington is his only companion .
Out of respect, I released him and calmly put him on the ground, finally I tried, because my hands were shaking and it was not easy. I turned the dog over to see if he had any other traces of injury .I noticed that there was none, as if a person had pushed the fork without the dog noticing it, without it reacting, without it feeling a presence. It was as if the dog was shocked and lost and did not know where this fatal blow came from, and in my opinion it is very strange. I think he did not even have time to react seen how old he is.
But with a little more attention, I saw traces of paws on the ground of wellington, these traces were circular like this the dog had already received the fatal blow but that it wanted to defend itself but that strangely it turned in round, and can be attacked in all directions as if his eyes were useless and that his goal was just to put a last blow of fang to his murderer. This story makes me complex how a hunting dog who has the developed sense is easily killed.
I wondered why go after him and not his owner, maybe he was afraid or didn't have the courage to kill Mrs. Shears? Mrs. shears was loved by everyone, she had a big house, her husband and she lived only from hunting and we made a fortune. Even after the death of her husband, Mrs. Shears hunted daily with wellington. Even if at the moment I saw that she talked less to everyone, that she often stayed at home while normally she is hunting with wellington. Maybe the age or the loss of her husband? I can't judge, I'm only fifteen.
During this moment of confusion in my memory, I suddenly heard Mrs. Shears' front door open, and I realized that it was Mrs. Shears. She was barefoot, dressed in a white penoir and carrying a cup of tea in her hand. I noticed that she was staring at me with a look of despair and as if she was happy that Wellington was dead, as if nothing had happened. had passed. I felt that something was wrong like this she was trying to be shocked at the time and therefore shouted "ho my god! Wellington what happened to you? Push you out of my dog it was you who did that? "I was not so scared of her, seeing how it was visible on her face that she didn't give a damn about her dog, that I still stepped back three She approached her dog and pretended that she was sad.
I told him that I hadn't done anything, and that I had found the dog like that. She mumbled "more than that was missing" I replied "sorry?" She said "no, don't worry, I'm going to call the police" She pulled out her phone and explained the situation, and the police were on the way.