Today marked Bun’s third birthday, a special day that should have been filled with joy and celebration. For three years, Bun had been a loyal and loving member of the family, and everyone had anticipated making this day a memorable one for him. The decorations were up, a cake was ready, and Bun was excited, sensing the festive atmosphere around him.
As the family gathered, Bun couldn’t contain his energy. He wagged his tail excitedly, running around the room and jumping up in delight. But in his playful enthusiasm, he accidentally knocked over a vase, sending it crashing to the floor. The beautiful vase, a cherished family heirloom, shattered into countless pieces.
Linda, Bun’s owner, was furious. She had always loved that vase, and seeing it in ruins overwhelmed her with anger. Without thinking, she scolded Bun harshly, her voice filled with rage. Bun, who had never been yelled at like this before, felt a sudden wave of fear and confusion. Linda, still angry, reached for a nearby stick, intending to punish Bun further.
Bun, sensing the change in Linda’s tone, sat down on the cold floor, his body trembling. He looked up at her with big, sorrowful eyes, but Linda was too upset to notice. The birthday party that was supposed to be filled with joy had turned into a moment of sadness and fear for Bun.
As the evening wore on, the celebration that Bun had hoped for never happened. He lay quietly in a corner, his once-wagging tail now still, his spirit dampened. The decorations and cake that were meant to make him happy were now just reminders of the day’s unfortunate events.
Bun didn’t understand why Linda was so angry. All he knew was that this was his birthday, but instead of feeling special, he felt sad and lonely. He had always loved Linda and his family, but today he felt a distance that he couldn’t bridge.
As night fell, Bun curled up in his bed, trying to find comfort in the warmth of his blanket. But the memory of Linda’s anger lingered, making this birthday the saddest one he had ever experienced.
