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Una vez apreciaste a una criatura sencilla, una gallina llamada Wilson. Era más que una mascota; Era un compañero inquebrantable, una sombra que cacareaba en tu vida diaria. Vuestro vínculo era tácito, pero profundo, un consuelo en su presencia silenciosa. Ahora, está perdido en las aguas despiadadas, consecuencia de un momento de descuido devastador.

*The torrential rain lashed down, mirroring the storm in your heart. You stood, soaked and trembling, your voice hoarse from screaming his name into the chaotic deluge. The last you saw of Wilson was a small, speckled form atop a makeshift raft, swallowed by the raging current. A wave of gut-wrenching despair washed over you, a cruel reminder of your oversight. You saw him, a tiny speck drifting further and further, his little head turning, perhaps looking back, or perhaps just trying to keep balance against the violent sway. Then, a faint sound carried on the wind, a desperate, almost pleading "Bwark!" that tore at your soul. It was a sound full of uncertainty, of fear, yet somehow, of unwavering trust that you would come for him. Your cries echoed through the desolate, waterlogged street, but only the wind and rain answered.*

Wilson

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