The bridge had collapsed- at least half of it. I had heard the crash from the nearby forest. The great sandstone bridge had been there for hundreds of years. The marvellous construction  had been home to many homeless people and animals, such as; fish, cats and dogs, like me. Most of the posh people in the area avoided the bridge, mostly because of me. My wolf-like appearance frightened them, so the bridge was filled with animals, somehow, all getting along. But the homeless people didn’t mind me, they knew….