Yesterday, we went to have breakfast opposite the kindergarten. Just as I was eating fried dough sticks with relish, a dog came over. It looked at me with pitiful eyes. Ah, it wants to eat fried dough sticks! ! ! Should I give it? I tore a little fried dough sticks with my hand and threw them on the ground. The dog ate it! ! "Mom, it loves to eat fried dough sticks!" I cried. I'll just tear, chew, tear, chew. Every time I eat fried dough sticks, he looks at me. I thought, why not just tear it for a while? No, no, no, don't give it, you have to eat it! ! I feel an angel and a demon coming towards me. "Give it to eat, maybe it will be hungry for several days!" "No, absolutely not! ! Don't eat it yourself? " "Imagine it is hungry for several days, and then imagine if you are the dog …" "No, don't think about it! ! "The devil begged, but I was lost in thought. "Yes, I want to give, I want to give! ! "My eyes sparkled like a promise. "ah!" The devil let out a cry of pain and turned into a pool of water. I threw the fried dough sticks to the dog.

I am really happy because I helped others.