With a shy smile, she held out her gift, knowing it may or may not be accepted. She did this day after day, on her knees, waiting to see what would happen. Depending on the mood of the gods, if the gift was refused, she laid it on the ground and backed away. Then she went on her daily routine, not knowing if her gift was taken by the intended, or some vagrant passerby. Some day, she might earn her reward.
Some day, the feral puppy might trust her enough to come to her hand.
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