A bird with a broken wing is not a three-legged dog.
At dusk last night I saw a strange animal on the side of the road. As the car got close and the headlights illuminated it I saw it was a seagull with one wing sticking out at an odd angle.
I saw it again this morning, near the same spot. Its legs were working well, but overall it looked in rough shape, and its wing was broken.
I thought “Poor thing. It’s not going to last long. A fox or a cat will get it soon.” I thought maybe I should go home and get my shotgun and shoot it.
Then I thought about the three-legged dogs I sometimes see at the beach. They seem as happy as any other dogs. And then I wondered if seagulls can be happy. And I thought that even if seagulls can be happy, it must be hard to be happy if you’re a seagull with a broken wing, trying not to get eaten and trying to get food to eat, while all the while dragging your broken wing along.