Street Dogs Chapter 1'ENG'

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Chapter 1

It was late afternoon. In a long gutter of London a shadow moved. Amber-colored eyes glinted on the sidewalk, where a maple grew on a grassy spot. It was already pretty big and its branches reached over all the surrounding houses. They were currently decorated with colorful leaves but not many were left. Most of them already fell down and lie now in the gutter. A golden leaf fell down and landed directly in front of the dark-brown paw in the gutter. The paw rose and pushed on the leaf. “And another one. If this keeps up the time of snow will come soon.” The dark-brown figure walked now completely out of the shadows and turns out to be an old she-dog. Her tired and weakened eyes looked at the roof of the house of the opposite side.

“What’s so bad about that? I like snow. It’s about time to really have a fling again!“ It was a young and cheerful voice, which came from the back of the gutter. The dark-brown one turned around. “Akira, you haven’t experienced a time of snow in the wild yet. Beware of its wrath!” A small, golden and slim figure comes out of the shadows. It was a female dog but a very young one, about a year old.
“So what? It can’t be that bad,“ she responded with a snort and yawned. “Bad? BAD?! Akira, control you words or you will regret it! I’m looking if I can wangle a piece of meat off some flea bag.” With these words the dark-brown one stood up and stepped over the red lighted sidewalk. Akira stood behind and looked down on her paws. “Marmye is wrong! I’m the strongest dog of the world!“ She pulled up her golden chest and walked back into the depth of the gutter. There were two cardboard boxes with old blankets, their sleeping places, and a wooden wall, someone could walk on. Akira jumped on the wooden wall and looked on the other side. A black, fat dog just bit in the wing of a chicken. It looked crispy brown and Akira became hungry through the chewing sounds.
“Hey, Smif, a delicious chicken you’ve got there.“ Akira knew him. He always had something from the city to eat. That’s why he was so fat. He is very skilled and steals from everyone in the city food. But he never shared with the other dogs of the gutter. Akira developed a technique. A new technique to wrap him around her finger. Smif raised his chin and started to growl. “You get nothing. Forget it!” Akira used her charming undertone, “Oh, Smif, you surely stole a whole chicken from the chicken booth. I haven’t eaten a thing today besides some meat scraps this morning.” Smif snorted and put the chicken wing aside. He turned around and pulled a fat, juicy and brown chicken out behind some cardboard boxes. He lived on this side of the gutter, had a huge cardboard box and the softest blanket to ever exist. A real life of luxury he has. Smif pulled a part of the chest off, got on his hind legs, leaned against the wooden wall and handed Akira the chicken. She took it and as her teeth ran into the meet she felt warm all over. So fresh and on the outside crispy and on the inside soft. Just right!
Akira nodded thankful and jumped back on her side. She laid down on her blanket. The cardboard box was damaged on one side so it was easy to go in. She made it herself comfortable in her blanket and enjoyed the chicken chest. The brown dog came back with a big piece of meat and looked into Akiras cardboard box. “You scamp! You shouldn’t do that!” she growled, while the meat dangled in her mouth. Akira ripped a piece of meat out of the chest and peered. “But Marmye, it is so easy!” “Well... maybe you’re right. The sun is setting. We should sleep.” The old dog went back to her cardboard box, just over the way and laid down. It was difficult for her because her old bones didn’t play along too well. But then she groaned and ate her dinner. Akira devoured the last piece of meat and was sad that there wasn’t more. The night came over the whole gutter and Akira found then sleep. Was it really as hard as Marmye said? Would the time of snow be a gift of the heavens or the anger of the devil?