Years later, when retired workers from landfills were pulled by their grandchildren and begged to tell stories, their stories would often begin like this: "It is said that the dogs' power in the world, after being shared for a long time, had to be separated, and after being separated for a long time, had to be brought back together…"
Privately, when employees talked about this matter, they always shook their heads and sighed. "I didn't think, I didn't think..."
Unexpectedly, the one who ended the landfill mess was actually a medium-sized, locally born white dog.
The white dog stood on the stone, and the group of dogs below did not dare to howl loudly. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of breathing.
"Brothers—no matter what hatred you had among yourselves before, from now on, we are brothers, anyone who is willing to follow me!" it called out loudly.
