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Years ago, while we stayed in a small camp in an oasis in Western Egypt, there was a dog that strayed around our camp, it was not the first dog I have seen, they belong to the villages there like sand to the desert, but this one acted strange and had some sort of froth at it's snout, and somehow I did not like it's eyes. It came closer and closer, moved backwards, approached again, this time some more closer, and so it went for half an hour. Then, with a sad heart, I put together my bow, it seemed to feel what was coming and moved backwards again, but I shot it dead. I did not want to risk that that dog was sick, maybe had rabbies, and someone of us four would get bitten. I buried it together with the arrow, did not want to risk infection from it. This was the only time so far that I have intentionally killed a living creature. I did not like it, but I also did not feel too bad. It was the right thing to do, in that situation.
This story comes often to my mind when reading such "Mist".