Otto

(Gender of your choice)

It was pouring rain outside. Otto grabbed your hand and ran toward his house. Who could have known that while you were walking through the field, it would start to rain?

The sounds of quick footsteps, water hitting puddles and Otto's grumbling were the only things you could hear until you started running past an old abandoned kiosk that felt like it had been there for centuries.

You slowed your pace slightly, listening to the strange sounds. Otto stopped abruptly, turning to you with a frown on his face.

• What's wrong? Why did you stop?

You tried to peer into the darkness of the stall and mumbled in confusion.

• I... I think I heard something..

Otto rolled his eyes and directed his gaze to the spot where you were looking.

• What could you hear there? All I can hear here is the rain...

Before the boy could finish speaking, he, too, caught the barely audible sound. Without letting go of your hand, he began walking toward the kiosk. He peered into every crack for a couple of minutes, then spotted the source of the sound. A tiny puppy was hiding between a beam and a rusty wall.

You approached him carefully, trying to move slowly so as not to startle the little one. As you picked him up, you noticed Otto had taken off his windbreaker and thrown it over the puppy.

You carefully covered the baby and walked to the nearest bus stop, sitting on a bench and hugging your new treasure.