down the street. One of his friends appeared bearing a sickle -- a very large knife maybe 2 feet in length. Now they'd decided to hack the dog to death. Janice kept asking them to go away. She tried to explain the dog was harmless, helpless, and that a vet was on the way. By this time the little dog had collapsed on the sidewalk and was barely moving. There were about 10 children standing behind us. If the man and his posse were allowed to beat and hack this sick and defenseless dog to death, I thought, what is it that these 10 children would learn? How could we ever teach them that animals have feelings and deserve compassion if this is how they saw their community deal with a dog in pain? The three of us sat anxiously awaiting the return of our driver and the assistance of a veterinarian. But when our driver returned there was no vet. By now the dog was lying listless on the sidewalk and a pool of saliva had collected on the bricks below its mouth. The man now threatened, "I'll give you three minutes and then we're going to kill it!" We had to leave. But we weren't leaving the dog behind. A kind shop owner offered a large empty rice sack and we used it as makeshift gurney. Gently the dog was picked up from the street and placed into the back of the van. As soon as we sped