Johnny Carson was a cop in the city, patrolling the streets every day with his trusty police car and his colleague, Mitchell Barsto. They were an unstoppable duo, always ready to take on any challenge that came their way.
One evening, they parked their vehicle under a tree, taking a moment to enjoy the cool breeze. Suddenly, their walkie-talkie was blaring with a call about a murder on Lincoln Street. A man had been killed by his own dog in the front yard of his house. Johnny and Mitchell rushed to the scene, their hearts racing with anticipation.
They found the man's lifeless body on the grass, surrounded by a pool of blood. Mitchell immediately cleared the area while Johnny began to examine the surroundings for clues. His instincts led him to some blood droplets, which he followed to the backyard.
He signalled Mitchell to check the backyard while he questioned the nearby people about the incident. Suddenly, Mitchell's voice rang out, "Johnny, come here!" Johnny's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Mitchell had been attacked by the dog. He quickly grabbed his gun and sprinted to the backyard, only to be met with a shocking sight. In the dog's cage, there was no dog, but a young boy, barely thirteen years old, holding a knife covered in blood.
Johnny and Mitchell were perplexed. They had heard about a dog killing its owner, but here was a boy with a knife. Johnny approached the boy cautiously, opening the cage door. The boy burst into tears and said, "That's my father. My mother passed away last year, and he used to abuse me every day, he kept me locked up in this dog cage and I couldn't take it anymore" that's why i killed him " Sorry." Johnny's heart ached for the boy. He immediately took the knife from the boy's hand and gave it to Mitchell.
Johnny comforted the boy and took him back to the police car, where he informed his superiors about the situation. He also discovered that the dog who killed its owner on the northern side of Lincoln Street had also been abused and kept in a cage. He saw the rescued dog in the rescue van on the street.
As he lay in bed that night, Johnny couldn't shake off the image of the two cages, one with a crying boy and the other with a howling dog. It made him realize that the true culprits were not the boy or the dog, but their abusive owners. The next morning, Johnny sought out a lawyer to help get the boy and the dog out of juvenile jail and the dog hostel.
After Johnny came out from the lawyer's office, he thought about the lawyer's words, "Our children and pets are a reflection of who we are." And Johnny knew he had done the right thing by standing up for those who couldn't defend themselves.
