The moon glowed, but it was the streetlights that illuminated the streets. He trotted through trash-strewn, dark, reeking alleys, avoiding honking automobiles, and slipped into the park. Everything glowed in a red haze. He caught and ate a squirrel, chased dogs, cats, and cars. At some point it rained, and he reveled in it, racing joyfully through puddles and sending water splashing high over his head. When the men came, he charged them, hackles up, and bit one of them.

He woke up naked in animal control. The sign on the door read, “Hold for Rabies.”

Just another Wednesday, then.

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