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<p>It was a chilly autumn afternoon when Lisa first saw the little puppy. She was walking home from school, kicking through piles of crunchy leaves, when she heard a soft whimper. Turning around, Lisa saw a small, scruffy dog sitting by the sidewalk. The puppy’s fur was a mix of brown and white, and his eyes were big and round, filled with a kind of sadness that tugged at Lisa’s heart.</p><p>"Hey, little guy," Lisa said gently, crouching down. "What’s wrong?"</p><p>The puppy wagged his tail weakly but didn’t move. Lisa could see his ribs showing, and his fur looked dirty and matted. She knew the puppy must have been out on the street for a while.</p><p>Lisa looked around. No one else was nearby. She reached into her backpack, hoping to find something to feed the puppy, but there was nothing. Then she had an idea. She carefully picked the little dog up and cradled him in her arms.</p><p>“I can’t just leave you here,” Lisa whispered. "Come with me."</p><p>She walked all the way home, the...