Ashes on Green Grass

“The dog limping on his back left paw carefully made his way among the smoking ruins of a house. It carried strange smells—among which it unsuccessfully tried to find the scents familiar to its nose. But they weren’t there… Its sensitive nose was sharply stung by the vapors from the empty fire extinguishers left nearby. The pads of its paws were pricked by shards of glass—but the dog didn’t leave the ashes…”