The village street began the day in quiet routine. Birds circled above tiled rooftops, and the early sun warmed the cracked pavement as people stepped outside to start their day. Dogs wandered between homes, and shop owners lifted metal shutters with familiar sounds that marked the morning. Everything felt ordinary, calm, and predictably peaceful.
That calm was shattered when sharp cries pierced through the air.
The well had not been used in years.
And now, something was alive inside it.
The Discovery That Stopped the Village
The cries grew louder as people approached. Inside the darkness of the well, barely visible at the bottom, were three tiny puppies. They had likely wandered too close out of curiosity and slipped into the deep hole. The walls were too smooth and slick for them to climb, and the water at the bottom was rising slowly.
The puppies huddled together, soaked and shaking, their small bodies pressed tight for warmth. Each cry echoed against the stone walls like a call for help that the world could not ignore.
