They left, not knowing they were being followed.
About six car lengths behind was a black expensive car trailing along.
Once there at the location, and with ants ebbing away at a bone, their pinchers full of meat, the two went inside.
It then was a chow down. Unbeknown to them, a boy had watched, his eyes bulging in the dark.
Just across the street, the good dogs came stiffly out of their little houses, hackles up and deep growls in their throats. The young boy got spooked and ran off into the shadows.
Light flickered on bits of ruby glass and on sensitive capillary hairs in the nylon-brushed nostrils of the creature that quivered gently, gently, its eight legs spidered under it on rubber-padded paws. Once they had their