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Three Legs

Hello newcomer! I am Bingo the pug. My life used to be boring, until Charlotte came along and adopted me from that boring place (thank you again, Charlotte!). She brought me to my new home, up in the mountain tops. We lived in a small cottage. Charlotte is a farmer, so I got to be outside a lot! I had a very good life there, but then something terrible happened.

That day started like every other day, stretch, sleep for a bit longer, sit on Charlotte’s face so she wakes up and gets me food, and then Charlotte and I go outside. When I go outside, I notice a big bird up in the sky. Normally, birds that size sleep longer. I didn’t think much about it though, I just thought it was a weird bird that gets up earlier than other birds.

Me and Charlotte did our thing. We planted seeds, fed animals, cleaned up the horses, and water the plants. After we were done, I wanted to get some flowers for Charlotte. So, I asked her if I could go to the nearby meadow, but like always, it came out as barks. Fortunately, she understood and told me to be quick. I was only allowed to go by myself in the morning, when the big birds were still asleep.

Remember that weird, big bird that was in the sky? Well, I sure didn’t at that time. When I was peacefully grabbing flowers, that bird noticed me and dived down to grab me! Luckily, I was small and I escaped – barely. The bird did scratch the back of my leg though. Charlotte came running to me and carried me inside. I looked at her and then everything slowly turned black.

All I could remember at that time was Charlotte telling me it was going to be ok. I look back to see red stuff coming out fast from my leg. All I could think about was how much pain I was in. I woke up in a room with a person I didn’t recognize and Charlotte. I realized that the place I was in was the same place where I got checkups. I tried to stand up, but I couldn’t feel one of my back legs hit the ground. I looked to see and to my horror, it was gone. It was just a stubby nub with banges. I look up at Charlotte and then back at the missing leg. She said,

“I’m sorry, Bingo. The cut was very big. The vets couldn’t fix it, the only way was to cut the bad leg off.” She looked really sad and so was I. I was also gloomy and angry at myself for not remembering that bird.

For the rest of my life, I was stuck with three legs. At first, I was sad and depressed and unmotivated. Things that I used to do with ease were now very difficult. I stopped going outside and became lazier.

But then something came to me, the memory came back to me. It was when I got abandoned by my pug mother. At that time, I felt hopeless, but I kept going. I kept trying to find a new home and I ended up finding a person that took me to my temporary home. That is the place where Charlotte adopted me. That reminded me that I should try even though everything seems bad. So I tried to stand up and walk around more.

Over time I got used to the three legs. I started to do my normal stuff. I was all back to normal. I jumped and I ran. Charlotte was proud of me. She got me a pup-a-chino to celebrate.

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