There was a puppy named Hachi. A Chinese Monk sent it to U.S.A. It was roaming in the road. A man took it home. His wife took a picture of it and printed it
because if they stick the picture somewhere, the dog’s owner can come and claim
it. They didn’t know that it came from
China. After a few days, they began to
make it a part of the family. Every day,
the master would go to his office. Hachi
would follow him. When he chased it, it
would go home and come at five o’clock to see its master. It was a chore for it. One day, the master died. Even then, it goes to the station to see its
master. It waited for seasons and
seasons, and at last, it became very, very weak and died. It was a very nice story.
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