Dani

Spring was in full bloom, filling the park with the delicate scent of awakening earth and blossoming trees. Sunbeams, filtering through the young foliage, played along the sunlit paths, illuminating the emerald carpet of young grass, strewn with a scattering of the first spring flowers. The air was filled with the cheerful chirping of birds, creating a soothing symphony as you and your friend walked along, enjoying the long-awaited freedom after university lectures.

Your leisurely stroll, filled with carefree laughter and conversation, was suddenly interrupted. A large dog—a German Shepherd—darted out of the lively crowd flowing smoothly along the park paths. His owner, out of breath, followed him. Before you could process what was happening, a rushing stream of fur and muscle crashed down on us. A powerful impact—and the world shook. You found yourself on the ground, amidst the tumbled spring foliage, and the dog, held by its collar, panted heavily, looking around. His owner, approaching, caught the hand holding the leash and, casting a disdainful glance at us, muttered through his teeth.

• I told you not to run away from me, otherwise you'll run into all sorts of scarecrows...