Ok, this is normally my fire story but it probably has some application here.
Wind things back to me being 17. I've just picked up my first car about 5pm. So I go out to show some friends. All is good. I head home about 11pm.
So, where I live is a bit rural and there isn't street lighting. I come over a slight rise about a K from my place and as my lights come down into the next dip I see some rubbish. No worries I think straight over the top. As I get closer the rubbish puts it's head up

It was to late to do anything

Clunk from under the car.

I get out and have a look at my spoiler (sorry...car only 6 hours old). I then go back to see what it was I hit. It was pretty dark but I could see it was a cutsy kitten

. So, what to do.

I saw a light in in a adjacent house (remember it's after 11pm by this stage). I decide to do the right thing so I go up and knock on the door. This guy comes out in his dressing gown and slippers and I tell him that I think I've killed his cat. He wants to go out and have a look so off we trod. As we approach the deceased he just walks straight up to it and picks it up. He shakes his head and we start walking back to his place. As I start to apologise he says "don't worry about it - you've done all you can mate".
What happens next surprises me a bit. Without warning he swings this tiny dead kitten into this huge arc through the air and lands it in the neighbours yard.


He then says "It's the neighbours cat anyway...goodnight".
So I go off home saddened but happy that I had at least attempted to do the right thing. Anyway weeks go by. During a over the fence chat a neighbour recounts the story about how one of their child's friends has been traumatised by someone who killed their kitten and then callously placed it on their front path

I guess the moral of this story is that if you find your dead pet seemingly callously abandoned there
may be more of a story to it than you think

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