The Story of a Dog

Today, I had the most interesting lesson ever for the Communications in China module that I've been doing for this whole semester. I was particularly touched by a story that the professor told us during the class, so touched I thought I was going to cry (but of course i can't do that in public!).

Here's how the story goes:

Once upon a time, there was an Alaskan hunter. He got married and soon, he had a son. However, his wife died soon after giving birth to his son. Undeterred by what happened, he raised his son as a father and a mother. Fortunately, he had a clever hunting dog which knew how to feed the baby using a milk bottle. So, in the day, he would go out hunting while the dog would take care of his baby.

One day, he was out hunting as usual, and suddenly, he was hit by a snowstorm which lasted throughout the night. As a result, he couldn't go home until the storm settled down. As soon as the storm died down, he rushed home as quickly as he could for fear of the safety of his son. When he got home, the gate to his house was left opened. At this moment, the hunter was feeling pretty nervous. As he opened the door to his house, he was greeted by his faithful hunting dog, happily wagging his tail, like he was really happy to see his owner. However, the dog's body was covered in blood. The hunter couldn't see his baby as well.

At this instant, the hunter flashed his hunting knife and stabbed the dog at his weakest point. The dog whimpered painfully as he fell to the ground. At this moment, a baby's cry came from under the table. The hunter went over and saw that his baby was safe and sound. Next to his baby, there was a dead wolf, with blood all over and some hair in its mouth, which was apparently the dog's hair.

The hunter, at this instant, realised that he had made a grave mistake, but it was too late. Heartbroken and guilt-striken, he buried his hunting dog, wallowing in his guilt and remorse.

This story touched me. How about you?