When I was about 12, I was walking down a busy high street with my mom and nan when we saw a pigeon on the floor, dragging itself along, it had been mauled by a dog which was being dragged away by its owner.. I ran over to it, it was in pretty bad shape, but I had a bit of faith that it would make it.
My story isn't anything amazing or great, I just think some people might appreciate it.…
