Wednesday, February 20, 2008 . 5:04 PM

-partly based on my very recent encouner with a dog

The stranger walked past a house, one of many in a row he had just walked past. He wore casually on Sundays. In each ear were an Ipod's ear pieces. He nodded his head to the music.Trudging along, backpack weighed down by the week's shopping. He was a young bachelor and lived alone. His relatives had all passed away. As he passed the particular house a sudden high-pitched barking came. He started, then continue on his way. Then as he liked dogs he stopped for a little while, debating with himself. Finally he turned back. The dog was still incessantly yapping away. As he looked closer he saw the dog's tail wagging away furiously. Obviously the poor sad dog was very lonely t home.
The stranger took out a slab of somewhat frozen meat which was meant for his dinner. Oh well. He looked around, trying to find a broken off tree branch. He found it. Then he poked the slab on it skewer style. He threw the makeshift rod into the house, just slghtly above the litte dog. It smelt food and jumped up. Sharp little teeth sank into slightly cold, juicy meat.
The stranger levered the rod and its load back up over the fence. Wrenching it over took a great deal of effort for somebody who sat in a char most of the day. He gave a grunt. Zipping open his bag he took out a lttle rice sack. Acoss the road somebody stared, then walked on. It wasn't his business. Why get dragged into something? I'm innocent.
The dog, chewing at the chunk of meat, suddenly found its food being wrenched away from its jaws. The stranger threw it int the sack. The dog followed. Quick as a flash the stranger tied the bag's opening with a length of rope. The poor animal inside struggled, but to no avail.
At his house the stranger locked the door, drew the curtains and brought the sack into the two-room flat's kitchen. He poured copious amounts of oil into the french-fry cooker. The fire was turned on. Then he fetched a hammer. He used much of his strength to hit the contents of the rice sack. The muffled yapping subsided.
Breathing heavily from the exertion,the stranger opened the sack. There was a blodstained little dog inside. It was stunned. He rolled it in flour and tossed it into the french fry cooker. The cooker sizzled. The stranger rubbed his hands gleefully in anticipation of his meal. He smiled. It was vastly different from his dorky spastic smile at the office. This smile was cruel. His perfect white teeth gleamed. Of course he loved dogs. He loved them fried.
In his room was a collection of dog bones and bits of skin.

Don't call me sadistic!!