The story ends with a double murder.
“Once upon a time, there lived a beggar with a nail embedded in his foot. He had a small puppy who went everywhere with him. The two of them were very happy together, but the nail was hurting the beggar a lot. One day, he went to the doctor to remove it, but to their astonishment, the nail had grown in size!“
"The doctor told the beggar that removing the nail now would be extremely painful, so the beggar left it in. The only problem was that the nail began to cause him more pain when he walked, and he would bleed often. To deal with this, the beggar had set his puppy down instead of carrying it, and had to watch as his poor puppy injured its feet on the rough concrete.”
“In a month’s time, after the first consultation, the nail grew so large, it pierced into his ankles. The poor beggar was in so much pain that he couldn’t walk, only shuffle, and the doctor told him that it was too late for him to remove it. The puppy’s feet were also scratched and bleeding, and it was difficult for it to walk. The beggar now had to carry it, and its weight caused him even more pain.”
I paused in my story, listening carefully. In the other room, I could hear my husband snoring loudly. I sighed in relief.
“Why doesn’t he just pull out the nail from the start, mommy?” asked my son curiously, his innocent wide eyes looking up at me. “And why does he carry his dog even though it hurts him?”
I smiled at him, choking back tears, as he hugged my arms. My bruises were well hidden underneath my long sleeves, and I could just manage to resist whimpering. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Now go to sleep.”