Once upon a time, a hunting dog was with its owner, in Canterville. It was a brown dog with little white spots. It was called Sam and it was obedient and faithful to its owner.
Every Sunday, they went hunting, but that 30 October, it was raining outside and they couldn't go. Sam was very sad and he started looking for something interesting in the garden to play. But the dog didn't find anything until he hindered an injured little bird. Normally, the hunting dogs would eat it, but it was worth to Sam and he took it to his kennel. Sam began as a purpuse to take care of the injured bird. The first weeks before the little bird could walk, Sam brought some bread, he wetted its peak, he licked its wounds, he heated it at nights...Slowly, the little bird was holding forces, it opened and closed its wings correctly, and it was prepared to fly. Both were sad because they knew they had to be separeted soon. But the day arrived, and both understood one important thing: "your enemy can save your life, and you never know where the next miracle is going to came from".
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