Corona Diaries - 3

I'm more worried about the street dogs now. Before my coming, at least I could see a few of you feeding the dogs with biscuits and buns. Now, it's like my arrival itself has chained you guys at home, unlike your own pets. I hardly see anyone near the bakery buying stuff for yourself, leave aside buying it for street dogs.

You know how much they were dependent on you for their daily living, now tell me, where will they go in search of food. At least the poor get their food packets once in a day from the Corona warriors, what about the street fighter dogs who used to keep the burglars away. One day, when I leave this earth, I am sure to take the street dogs with me so that you can meet up with them.

The puppies who are yet to be born are getting aborted because of the scarcity of food, so don't even think of conceiving now dear humans as you know I can come in any form, but beware if your pot of sins is full, then I can easily pull you and your family together.

Now also it's not too late, if you wear your mask and feed these dying street dogs, I promise I'll seek permission from God in spite of your sin pot being full, that I would not infect you, mark my words.

What are you waiting for, when you buy some groceries for your own self, remember to drop a bun or two, and do not look back, because then only I can back you, back you.....you....

Bowewwwe, wowwwwwww.

To be continued.

Yours sincerely,

Corona....

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