Passing away of a Hero
The accompanying illustration talks a story my friend told as a youngster. The lessons I needed to learn from this tale. She said, were! “Don’t be hasty, weigh things carefully before you strike. Beware of mistakes made in taking too seriously circumstance evidence. Think before you act, don’t forget that truth is very often stronger than fiction!”
There was a man whose wife has unable to with strong life, when she died their child was about two years, to go out in the woods in the course of his job. The man sometimes had to leave the little boy for a few hours in the care of their faithful dog.
On such an absence one afternoon, a terrible blizzard come up, the storm was so terrible that the man had to take refuge in a hollow tree to save his life, at daybreak he rushed to his cabin. The door was open. His dog, which looked at him from the corner of his eyes, was covered with blood. The father froze, thinking the unthinkable. Just one thing had happened he though his dog had fought wolf and killed his child. He reached for the floor and in a movement buried into the skull of his trusted animal.
Like the maniac the scanned the scene. I’m hopeless desperation of his cabin. The cracked furniture told a story of a battle that had takes peace there an hour before. Suddenly a faint cry comes from under the bed. Again his heart seemed paralyzed, there he found his kids, safe and sound.
The man took a moment to cuddle his son in his arms and was about to determine where the blood on his dog came, when the answer come just a dead wolf, his huge month showing things intended for the toddler which his faithful dog had saved.
Just a moment of caution and he could have held both child and his new dog in his arms, remorse took over instead.

