It was 03:00am. I was sad, feeling pity for myself, so I went out the house. At the end of the street something drew my attention. There was Max, the big dog of Mr and Mrs Neighbour No.23, lying in a cage barely bigger than himself. They never walk him. Day in, day out, being fed, growing. My own situation suddenly, in comparison, seemed far less worse. Eureka! Salvation!
...But now I was feeling pity for that dog.