The Circle of Fortune

A rich dog sneered at a poor cat, thinking his wealth made him superior.

He pushed her aside, laughing at her torn clothes and her broken spirit.

But behind those sad eyes was a fire that he could never understand.

She spent her days cleaning the very streets that once felt so cold.

Every night was spent under a dim light, learning and dreaming of more.

Slowly, she saved every coin, building a future with her own

two hands. Time passed, and the world saw a new woman standing in

the light. The once-mighty dog was now broken, sitting where she had once stood.