A stone hit me in the head and I reached up and felt the blood seeping through, matting my fur and adding an odd sheen to my scales. I could not understand the malice that the others felt for me. For likely the millionth time, I wondered in sadness what I had done to wrong them, why I deserved to be the subject of their hostility and mockery.
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