He looked down and pointed his chin at the bottom of the counter. I leaned forward and realized that he was referring to a small, furry little beagle. It was a messy beagle. I saw the dog’s body shivering slightly. But the eyes seem to be saying, "Yes, what is your problem?"
I am a little scared, but as an animal lover, there are some embarrassments.
"Where did it come from?" I asked.
"It's a stray dog, about 8 o'clock." The conductor took the dog to the counter and touched the hair behind his ear.
"It has a collar, but there is no brand name, no one comes here to take it away, and my duty time is coming to an end."
My reason tells me that adopting this stray dog is kind, but it is impossible, because if I take it home, what about Baofu?
The conductor saw a glimmer of hope from my expression, and then went on to say, "I have asked every passing person, but no one wants to bring it home."
I asked him, "What about you?"
He smiled and said: "I? No, dear, my wife will kill me."
I can't take my eyes off the dog. How can it run here? Why didn't anyone bring this poor little thing back?
The conductor issued an ultimatum: "You know, if you don't take it, I have to get it back to the street when I get off work."
I can not believe it! "How can you get it back to the street? Here is the city! It will be killed, it will starve, it. still so small."
He explained that he would leave work after a few more buses, and he could neither leave it in the ticket office nor take it home. In other words, I was the last hope of the dog.
I began to hesitate, the ticket seller and the dog felt it. God, what should I do?
I looked at the ticket seller and the time suddenly became very slow.xx
Finally, I sighed. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
He smiled and said: "Girls."
I shook my head and said, "I don't have a dog chain."Hemp rope, this is actually very strong, at which station do you want to get off? ”
"Andrew station."Hemp rope will definitely let you stay home. ”
The ticket seller was so excited that he turned red. He opened the thick door of the ticket office and gave me my new pet with joy. He said with a sigh of relief: "Thank you so much, I really don't want to let it go back to the street. Up."
I and the dog began to look at each other.
The conductor was knocking on the side drum. "You are very close!"
Then he opened the entrance to the station, so that I didn't have to pay for the pit stop, with a satisfied smile on my face.
I took the dog down the stairs to the next subway platform and spoke to my new friend in a soft tone: "Nothing will happen, you will be fine." I promise it.
In fact, when the conductor told me that it was a girl, I had already got a name for it in my heartI want to call it Felic, and my inspiration comes from a wildly messed-up comedy actress, Felic Diller. And secretly smug this name is really good. I said to it, "Hey, Felice, wait a minute and we can see Baofu."
I took my new friend on a dirty platform. Park Street Station is one of the largest and busiest stations in Boston, so it is not like two stations, but three stations, one. It is bound for Dorchester, the other side to Cambridge and Harvard Square, and the platform in the middle is used as a transfer station.
I stood with Felice, the ticket seller gave me the rope to contact us, and I was surrounded by applause and cheers. In an instant, we are no longer a stranger in the big night city. In this short gathering moment, we all feel the joy and completeness brought by the happy ending of the story.xx