Today I ate the dog.
It was big, and round and had a large nose.
I think tomorrow i shall eat another dog.
It tasted good, it felt good in my stomach.
It deserved it, it was going to tell on me.
I could see it in his eyes, it was out to get me.
If only dogs could not speak then, then I would not have heard it calling my name.
I cut its tail off with a spoon, it felt the most appropriate piece of cutlery.
