On my way home from shopping, I heard something like a crappy singing voice coming from below. I looked down, and there was a single grubby little yukkuri, desperately panhandling. "Yu~yuyuyu~ [music note]"
"Mister, anything is okay, so give something to eat or some money, okay!"
When I asked, I learned that her parents had been attacked by stray dogs and delinquents. Now unable to move, it fell to their only daughter to provide food for the family.
Feeling sorry for her, I gave her some of the parts I didn't need from the vegetables I had just bought. The little yukkuri was overjoyed and thanked me over and over, saying that for the first time in days, she'd be able to give her parents some proper food.
And then, looking up at the sky that seemed about to begin raining, I hurried home.