A hush fell over the crowd as their perspective changed. These dogs weren’t dangerous—they were frightened. Their odd behavior came from fear and distrust. “Poor things…” an elderly woman murmured, wiping tears from her cheeks.
Mara stepped forward carefully, holding out a piece of candy. “Can I pet them?” she asked softly. This time, the man smiled warmly and nodded. “If you’re gentle and slow, no sudden movements.” The little girl knelt beside the smallest dog, which trembled but stayed still. Mara extended the candy, and after a moment, the dog hesitantly sniffed her hand and took it.
People began to approach cautiously, letting their children pet the dogs. Feeling safer, the animals slowly relaxed. A boy fetched water from the fountain, and a woman shared some pretzels. I’m glad to meet you,” the man said. “My name’s Victor.” “I’m Mara! And those are my mom and dad!” the girl said proudly.Before long, the once wary crowd surrounded Victor, offering food and water and asking questions about the dogs.
His story touched everyone’s hearts. From that day on, Victor came to the park with his dogs every Sunday. Mara, her friends, and many others eagerly awaited their visits. The dogs became beloved members of the park community, and newcomers often heard children say, “At first, they seemed strange, but now they’re ours! The best-behaved dogs here!” And Mara still kept a piece of candy in her pocket—for the dog that was the very first to trust her.