Suddenly, my intellect was electrified even more when I noticed the pleading eyes of the black Labrador-pleading for help, as if it was a burden to stay beside the dour gentleman. My eyes were fixed upon its luscious, shiny, black fur as its terrifying cries of frustration and fright pounded piercingly against my fragile earlobes, continuously shrieking-Rescue me, Rescue me! Its perfectly trimmed fur increased the surge of temptation and almost immediately while the dour gentleman walked away for a look outside the D-Coffee-House, I presumed my attack and snatched the powerless creature by the neck, then brought it to my pleasant home.
             It was not long before the helpless cries pounded in my ear again, this time reaching to my brain, continuously increasing. It grew louder-louder-louder! Was it possible not a soul heard? Oh God!-no, everyone heard! I must stop the horrifying cries-for the sake of all! A surge of stimulation enticed my body as I quickly grabbed a knife from my kitchen and deliberately sliced its throat from side to side.
             The petrifying cries finally stopped and I felt peace again while caressing its soft, black fur-so smooth, so silky, and so irresistible! I felt my chilly hands shiver and noticed my need for warmth during the fall season. I cleaned the crimson blood off the knife and slowly skinned the monster with care, until only a still, bare-naked dog lie on the countertop table. I felt pity and shame for my immoral deed, but realized it was essential for my survival. I found it unethical to only take the pelt from the creature and leave the meat to rot. For that reason, I decided to sliver the precious meat into miniature pieces and make pots of home-made soup for the winter, preferably with fresh vegetables and spices.
             My task was accomplished when a superb aroma filled the room. Afterwards, I separated the soup equally into several containers-one for me, and the others for my enjoyable neighboring fr...