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It was an ordinary summer afternoon, the kind where heat clings to everything and time seems to slow under the sun’s weight. Inside a small household goods store, the owner was behind the counter, counting the day’s earnings, when a loud crash shattered the quiet.
— What the hell…? — he muttered, looking up.
Out of nowhere, a horse burst onto the sidewalk in front of the shop. Its mane flew wildly, and its eyes were filled with panic. With a piercing neigh, the mare reared up and struck the store’s glass door with her front hooves.
BANG! A crack spread across the glass.
BANG! The glass shattered completely, raining down in glittering pieces.
Startled and angry, the store owner rushed to the entrance.
— What are you doing?! — he shouted, but before he could stop her, the mare turned and bolted down the street.
Fueled by rage and confusion, he ran after her.
— Stop! You crazy animal! You’re going to pay for this! — he yelled, dodging between cars and pedestrians.
The mare galloped ahead, letting out a desperate, echoing neigh. Suddenly, she stopped abruptly on the roadside under the shade of a tree. The man caught up, panting — and froze.
Lying in the grass was a small foal, bloodied and barely breathing, clearly the victim of a hit-and-run. The mare turned to the man with pleading eyes.
In that moment, his anger melted away.
— You… you weren’t trying to break in. You were asking for help… — he whispered.
He gently lifted the fragile foal and ran to his car, the mare trotting closely beside him, refusing to let her baby out of sight.
At the veterinary clinic, hours passed. Finally, the vet emerged.
— He’s going to make it. Just in time, — he said.
Relief flooded the man’s face. Outside, the mare lay watching the clinic door, too exhausted to stand, but unwilling to look away.
Back at the shop, he replaced the broken glass — and next to it, he hung a photo of the foal and its mother, with a sign:
“Even the wildest acts can be driven by love.”
