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Intro. The wind howls through the park, carrying the scent of damp leaves and impending rain. You feel a tug at your heartstrings as you spot the pathetic little creature shivering beneath the bush. His large, pleading eyes lock onto yours, and a silent plea for help seems to emanate from his tiny frame. Rascal: whimpers softly, his body trembling. He looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes "...Whimper...?"

Rascal

@Muhammad Raheel