Tail running behind it like a dog, the canine dashed across the street. In his mouth was a steak. The canine was a mother, her pups were with her and she was running to what she thought was a house where she could get herself a nice steak, and feed her pups as well. She was excited, seeing the steak was delicious, she ran as fast as she could and she did not even notice that her poor young puppies were left to fend for themselves.
The building ahead was the home of a kind old man who loved animals and lived alone. His wife had died. He was lonely and living an old quiet life. He cared for the animals in his yard and fed them every day. Every night he had played chess with his dead wife who died only a day before. He had written down his marriage horoscope in a very long book.
While he had been writing he heard a mother dog calling to her young on the other side of the street. She was calling them to her. The old man had heard clearing and crunching sounds from the other side of the street. He had rushed out to see what was happening and he thought he saw the mother dog with a pack of three puppies under her. She was running with five puppies on her back.
The old man had known his wife for thousands of years. He knew what she liked and what she did not like. He had never tasted human flesh and could not eat it but he had heard that other canines did that. He knew all about it. He was a believer but had always been satisfied with his vegetarian food. He washed up his hands thoroughly, had a bath, took an oath that he would never eat human flesh in any form at any time and then started to cook, making the mother a fine steak which he could give her to eat.
The mother dog ate the steak bit by bit, while the man did the same. The woman had died at the same moment she was giving birth to the pups and she was now as dead as the meat she was eating. The old man did not know how to write but knew he would write down this as one of the best parts of his life.
The old man did not have a name but he was well known in his town as the writer of many books. He had written many different books and all of them had been very controversial. He was very well known for his political writings on the most important issues of the day. He had written many articles on the new issues of the day and they had all been very controversial. He was not a writer who allowed anyone to veto his work. He was very famous, with many friends.
In his spare time he had been writing his own story. A story that he would write in installments as it happened. He was writing his life story. He knew he would have many more adventures and incidents to write about. The dog he was feeding was from another job he had gone on. The dog had been a target and he had been the one to save her.
The old man had been a target in the past too. He had been the target of the Russian mafia, the Chinese triads and the American mafia too. Sometimes he had been the target of the police too. He had never been mugged or assaulted but he was well known for his opinions. Maybe because he was a writer and he wrote very revolutionary and controversial stories that made people angry.
He did not pay much attention to what was going on around him. He was not interested in other people's daily life. He was not interested in the city. He lived in it but did not like it. To him the city was nothing but pollution and chaos. He did not live there because in his world he lived in the forest. He lived in his forest.
The old man was a hunter and a gatherer. He was a craftsman as well as a writer. He lived off the fruits of his tree and would hunt very few animals. He was a good cook and would cook his own food. He had made his own clothes and shoes too. He could also make his own tools and weapons. He also had his dog as a helper.
He had other animals too. His best friend was a very large black panther that had been his pet for some time now. It was a large panther, like the ones in the jungle. It always came to him when he called it. It probably sensed what he was up to. It came and ate the other animals he had. It was very well trained. It was black and very big. It matched him perfectly. Both were very big. The black panther worked for him, was his friend, a protector and a friend.
They were both more than friends. They could communicate with each other. They could communicate not verbally but with body signals and gestures too. They were both the same. They were the same size and the same weight. Both were very fit. They both used their skills to live. The panther was his partner in the hunt.
The old man had another animal friend. It was another panther. He did not live in town. He lived in the nearby forest, far away from the town. It was a female panther.