Recently, I've started to add some critter archetypes, and I feel solid when I write them down.

Regarding the critters, I feel like I'm redeeming myself, not bailing out.

There was a scar on my thumb, I can't remember if it was this scar, but I'm pretty sure when I was three or five years old, I don't remember exactly how old I was, and I didn't seem to go for an injection, I was bitten by a dog.

The dog was dragged away, Iron Hook. I occasionally recall this impression, as if it happened in a dream, there is indeed a faint scar on the hand, and at first glance it is not a wrestling.

That's my fault because I wanted to play with it, pulled its tail or ears.

I've felt so guilty since I was beaten, and I always feel like I owe them to these animals. It was I who did something wrong that made it attack me, only to let the puppy be dragged away, not knowing its fate.

I believe in cause and effect very much, and I am very uneasy, this is what I have done wrong, I have done one thing wrong, and I have not been able to compensate for the loss of life and saving a lot, and each life is an independent individual.

If I had said it at that time, I had pulled its ears, and it would not have been dragged away by adults, and I just wanted to play with it at the time, but I didn't expect it to happen. Brown Pomeranians are inherently small dogs and sometimes have a very short temper, but they are not so bad as to intentionally harm small children. When I think of that image, I feel like I'm going to atone for my sins. At least that dog wasn't a vicious dog.

In the past, the gas water heater in the house had a vent where there was a sparrow's nest, and a sparrow ran in.

Later, when my parents went out, the little sparrow pooped on the bed, so I took the rope on its leg and threw it back into the cabinet of the gas water heater to let it fly away.

In retrospect, I wondered if I could fly away with my legs tied. Except for the meat that I usually eat that I didn't kill myself, it's blood on my hands again. Seeing the children tying up the sparrows and tying the cats tightly, they all felt that they were very incompetent and could not help all the animals.

This feeling of guilt was with me, and although I didn't quite understand what was right and wrong at the time, I always felt guilty.

I can't rule out whether I will be a vegetarian in the future for physical reasons and other reasons, but I love meat so far, so it's really a contradiction.

The more you grow up, the purity of liking small animals, not as complicated as people's hearts, eating, drinking, sleeping, and playing, just like children, happiness is very simple.

Even outdoors in the rain, next to a broken house, the puppies and kittens look very happy, and they do not dislike the identity of their owners, wealth or age.

At that time, I didn't know what evil was, but I didn't know what the consequences would be, even if the starting point was not malicious, it still caused harm.

It's a Pomeranian and a little sparrow, it's been twenty years, and I can't remember most of the things, and I don't remember what I forgot, but some things are just occasionally remembered, and it makes me uncomfortable.

There is also a white rat and rabbit in the laboratory, and a white pigeon.

Students were sacrificed when they didn't get the anesthetic properly, and I remember some of the students laughing so happily as they watched the mice roll on the ground with brain damage that they didn't even realize it.

The white rabbit shivered in pain, waiting in the cage for the arrival of the next class, and for the first time heard the rabbit screaming and roaring, the rabbits huddled together and trembled.

Even small animals that are bred for experiments have the right to be respected, at least don't let them be so painful and afraid, I don't like to eat pigeons, white pigeons are very beautiful birds, the world is beautiful and cruel, dark is also bright.

Warmth is precious, because of the cold.