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The jackals came at night and tried to enter the house by forcing the door.

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The jackals came at night and tried to enter the house by forcing the door.
The day started quietly, with the fire lit in the cabin to keep my big dogs warm. The cold mountain air made the atmosphere inside even cozier, as the wood crackled softly in the stove.
For today, I prepared a potato stew with smoked sausages, a simple yet delicious meal, perfect for the chilly weather. While the stew was simmering on the fire, I took care of the rabbits, adding fresh straw to their shelter, knowing the night would be cold.
As the sun set, I had dinner and enjoyed the peacefulness of the cabin. After the meal, everyone settled in for the night: the three big dogs were safe inside, and I, along with my two kittens and five puppies, huddled together for warmth.
Everything seemed calm, with only the crackling fire and the gentle breathing of the animals filling the cabin with a peaceful atmosphere. But in the middle of the night, the silence was suddenly broken...
From the darkness, the howls of jackals echoed through the forest. They had smelled the food and were getting closer to the cabin! Soon, they began circling the house, and their noises became increasingly threatening.
Although the dogs were inside, they immediately sensed the danger and started barking loudly, joined by the puppies’ high-pitched yelps. The tension grew as the jackals seemed determined to find a way in. I could hear rustling around the cabin, heavy footsteps, and even scratching at the door...
Without hesitation, I grabbed my axe and stepped out into the yard. The freezing air hit me instantly, but I barely felt it. Under the pale moonlight, I could see their glowing eyes watching me from the darkness. I shouted loudly and swung the axe in the air, making noise to scare them away. The jackals hesitated, then backed off a little, but they didn’t go far.
Knowing they might return, I stayed on guard. The night was bitterly cold, with temperatures dropping to -10°C, and the snow crunched beneath my feet. To keep warm and alert, I frequently drank hot tea.
Every time they got too close, I made noise, forcing them to retreat for a while before they tried again. The night passed in tension and vigilance until, finally, at sunrise, the first rays of light drove away the shadows of the night, and the jackals disappeared into the forest.
The day started quietly, with the fire lit in the cabin to keep my big dogs warm. The cold mountain air made the atmosphere inside even cozier, as the wood crackled softly in the stove.
For today, I prepared a potato stew with smoked sausages, a simple yet delicious meal, perfect for the chilly weather. While the stew was simmering on the fire, I took care of the rabbits, adding fresh straw to their shelter, knowing the night would be cold.
As the sun set, I had dinner and enjoyed the peacefulness of the cabin. After the meal, everyone settled in for the night: the three big dogs were safe inside, and I, along with my two kittens and five puppies, huddled together for warmth.
Everything seemed calm, with only the crackling fire and the gentle breathing of the animals filling the cabin with a peaceful atmosphere. But in the middle of the night, the silence was suddenly broken...
From the darkness, the howls of jackals echoed through the forest. They had smelled the food and were getting closer to the cabin! Soon, they began circling the house, and their noises became increasingly threatening.
Although the dogs were inside, they immediately sensed the danger and started barking loudly, joined by the puppies’ high-pitched yelps. The tension grew as the jackals seemed determined to find a way in. I could hear rustling around the cabin, heavy footsteps, and even scratching at the door...
Without hesitation, I grabbed my axe and stepped out into the yard. The freezing air hit me instantly, but I barely felt it. Under the pale moonlight, I could see their glowing eyes watching me from the darkness. I shouted loudly and swung the axe in the air, making noise to scare them away. The jackals hesitated, then backed off a little, but they didn’t go far.
Knowing they might return, I stayed on guard. The night was bitterly cold, with temperatures dropping to -10°C, and the snow crunched beneath my feet. To keep warm and alert, I frequently drank hot tea.
Every time they got too close, I made noise, forcing them to retreat for a while before they tried again. The night passed in tension and vigilance until, finally, at sunrise, the first rays of light drove away the shadows of the night, and the jackals disappeared into the forest.
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