Once, I saw a stray German shepherd on the side of the road, and I was intrigued. I decided to make a little sculpture of him and write a little story about him. There was a dog who roamed the streets at night and day. He was a stray, but something about him made people curious and disturbed about his existence. He was blind, nobody knew why, and nobody cared. Nobody stopped to give him food and a warm place to stay. One night, the sky was blurred with wispy clouds, no star in sight. The sky was deep, but the air was frigid and cold. He thought there was no hope as his skin felt cold and dry. A woman came up to him and wrapped him in blankets for warmth. He was confused, but felt nice and warm. The woman took him home and gave him food and a warm place to stay. She then named him Winston.