Survival – a short, short story

Someone tossed a slice of stale bread at him.
Humans could be weird that way. What would appeal to one would repel someone else.

Slowly he made his way to the edge of the road.
The mid-day traffic was at its crazy worst. Vehicles in all shapes and sizes hurtled across the street. One false step and they would have to scrape you off the sidewalk.

He saw a break in the mad rush of vehicles and ran across to the other side.
Too late! He saw some children walking towards him. He hid behind a dumpster, luckily they missed him and walked by. He waited for them to disappear in the distance.

There was a kind butcher on this street. He always threw him a nice bone.
Life was tough for a stray dog.

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