He would scream all night. That horrified me. The members of his community jealously complained, “You are so lucky, bro. You have all comforts of life. Look at us, all day long we run in the street, yet we get very little to eat and drink. Most people shun us.” In reply, he would curse his own fate, “Having too much to eat is no comfort. I cannot run and stop as I will. I cannot compete with speeding vehicles and sit on car-tops like a prince. I wail because I am hungry, and my master is a human being.”
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