Chinese Dogs

"In the old days, little angels went to the big angel to ask him for help because they were so lonely. The old angel brought them to a high fortress with a lot of windows and gave them a look from the first window to all possible dolls and soft toys and toys and a lot of stuff. "There's something here that you could love," "the angel said, "these things will run your loneliness."

"Oh, thank you so much," said little angels, "that's what we need."

"You've chosen pleasure," you've explained to them the eldest angel.

But after a while, little angels returned. They said, "but they don't care before we love them."

The angel led them to the second window. They looked out there and saw all kinds of wild animals. "You can love these beasts," he said, "they will know you love them."

Little angels came to love it. They ran to the beasts. One founded a zoo, another preserve, some fed birds. "You've chosen satisfaction," said the angel. But after a while, little angels came back. They said, "but they don't like us back. We want to be loved, too."

And that's how you failed their elder angel to the third window and showed them people. "There are people for love," he explained. Little angels rushed to people. "You chose responsibility," said the angel. But they're back soon. "In fact, people can be loved," they complained, "but often they stop loving us and leaving us. They break our hearts."

The angel's got his head. "I can't help you anymore. You must be happy with what I gave you."

There's one of the little angels that found another window and saw the little and big dogs and cats. The rest of us escaped and loved them.

"What about these?" They screamed. But the big angel moved them from the window.