Walking through the parking lot, she had expected nothing but the usual leaves, the usual doors, the usual closing of a long day.

Then she paused; something didn’t belong. A canvas tote bag, zipped and quiet, sat where no tote should.

Is it lost? Forgotten? She stepped closer. No tag, no shoulder strap flung wide, just the bag, zipped tight, and waiting.

Her breath caught as she heard it: a faint rustle from inside. She crouched, staring at the zipper seam, deciding whether to risk opening it.

When she did unzip it, the sound from inside confirmed her fear. The bag wasn’t empty, and the life inside was in need.

How Did It End Up There?

Not too long ago, a woman from New York noticed a dirty canvas bag on the sidewalk. It was completely zipped up, but there was writing on it that sai

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