Found in a thread about an egg stand thief. https://xcancel.com/DudespostingWs/status/1984357207149019231 >Every morning, the butcher leaves a box of bones outside his shop. Not for profit, not for attention, but for the ones with no home, no bowl, no guarantee of a next meal. > One by one, they come. Each takes just a piece, carefully, almost politely, like they understand it’s a gift. > It’s not much, but to them, it’s everything. And to the man who leaves it there, it’s a quiet act of kindness the world could use a little more of.