On a frigid morning, Clara spotted a trembling dog curled in her backyard, its breath shallow and weak. Rushing closer, she noticed the animal clutching something tightly in its jaws, its fragile shape barely visible beneath the frost. Clara’s heart raced as she dropped to her knees, trying to get a better look. “Please, help!” she screamed, her voice cutting through the icy air, as the weight of what she was seeing sank in.