In the early morning dawn I ran along the dunes of the beach. I do this most mornings. This morning vaguely made out a mewling sound in the long grass. Rustling in the breeze was a plastic rubbish sack. Cautiously I walked over to the sack. As I approached I could see movement inside it. Weak movement. Slight bumps pushing out of the plastic in many directions. Soft cries came from within the sack almost sounding weaker and weaker.
Carefully I opened the sack pulling the cords apart. Oh no, not again. Anger coursed through me in waves!
Who did this? Why? How can we stop this?
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