A mare smashed the glass door of a grocery store and ran away: the shop owner chased after her and saw something terrible
It was an ordinary summer day. The heat wrapped around the street, the air shimmered above the scorching asphalt. The owner of a small household goods store stood behind the counter counting the day’s takings. Suddenly, a strange crashing noise broke the silence.
— What the hell…? — he muttered, turning toward the sound.
With a dull thud, a horse burst onto the sidewalk in front of the store. It seemed to appear out of nowhere. Its mane flew wildly, its eyes burned with wild fear. Without hesitation, it reared up and, with a desperate neigh, began striking the glass window with its front hooves.
BANG!
A huge crack spread across the glass.
BANG!
The glass shattered, breaking into thousands of sparkling shards. The mare neighed louder and louder, its nostrils flaring, its eyes looking crazed.
— What are you doing?! — shouted the store owner, rushing to the door.
But the mare, as if realizing the glass barrier was gone, suddenly turned and bolted away, leaving only hoofprints on the pavement and chaos inside the store.
The owner didn’t hesitate — he stormed out after her, boiling with anger.
— Stop! Stop, you damned animal! — he yelled, running between cars and pedestrians. — I’ll find your owner, you’ll pay for everything!
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On the roadside, in the shade of a tree, lay a small foal. Its tiny body barely moved, breathing was ragged, eyes full of pain and fear.
On its sides were scrapes and blood. It was clear a car had hit it and then fled, leaving the poor animal to die.
The man felt his heart clench. The mare — the mother — turned to him and snorted softly, as if pleading.
— I’m sorry… — he managed to whisper, a lump in his throat. — You… you were just asking for help…
Without another moment’s hesitation, he ran over, carefully lifted the foal — like a child — and hurried to his car. The mare ran beside him, breathing heavily, as if afraid to lose sight of her baby.
At the veterinary clinic everything was a blur: flashing lights, the smell of medicine, the tense faces of the doctors.
Hours passed before the vet came out of the operating room.
— He was lucky, — he said. — A bit later and we would have lost him. But he will live.
The store owner sighed in relief and looked out the window. The mare, exhausted and trembling, had finally lain down on the grass outside the clinic, never taking her eyes off the door.
Later the owner had a new pane of glass installed — and next to it he hung a picture of the foal with its mother. Everyone who entered the shop could read the words underneath:
“Sometimes even the most desperate actions are done out of love.”
