fridders
The best advice I ever received was probably to not destroy my mother's prize winning roses. Because after my dad told me that, he accidentally ran over them with his lawnmower and she yelled so loud that the neighbors called the police.
The wolf ran to the top of the snowy hill and looked out, scouting the horizon. The trees stretched on for miles, and snow had covered the forest completely. The tracks of a wounded caribou trailed through the snow, and the wolf leapt forward, knowing that it was nearby. He sniffed the air. Yes. Right there.
The horse had fallen to its knees, and the soldier was standing above it, the gun to its head. As his fellows watched him, he cried, shaking in agony. The horse didn't utter a sound. The man then shot it in the head.
Everyone knew he'd done it to spare the horse. But it was still painful.