Day 82 - Predators
Paçoca rushed past me this morning with something in its mouth: a chick.
‘It’s still alive!’ my brother said with disgust. I went after Paçoca to make sure he wouldn’t bring it inside the house. Paçoca swatted it across the floor; it flapped its wings weakly then fell back into his possession.
Should I have saved the bird? Should I have mercy killed it? How could a lovely cat be so cruel? Nature, you’d say.
They asked our president his thoughts on 5,000 deaths from COVID-19 so far in Brasil.
‘So what?’ he replied.
To some, he is the Messiah.
‘It’s still alive!’ my brother said with disgust. I went after Paçoca to make sure he wouldn’t bring it inside the house. Paçoca swatted it across the floor; it flapped its wings weakly then fell back into his possession.
Should I have saved the bird? Should I have mercy killed it? How could a lovely cat be so cruel? Nature, you’d say.
They asked our president his thoughts on 5,000 deaths from COVID-19 so far in Brasil.
‘So what?’ he replied.
To some, he is the Messiah.