that when police did not find any human targets at night, they killed such innocent dogs. These
harmless creatures were never able to understand the cause of this cruel act. They could not
understand the fact that police were jealous of their indifferent and fearless attitude. Once when
dogs used to keep the order there was peace and security in human society. But when man
became civilized and dogs were replaced by police all criminal activities started in the darkness
of night. There were huge files of wise suggestions to reform the police, but nobody thought that
that duty could be performed more efficiently by dogs. Dogs' sorrow was augmented by the
remarks of the public when they would call the names of dogs to abuse the police - e.g. dirty
dogs, son of a bitch or bastard dogs.
The graveyard was a safe place for them, because human beings are always afraid of their dead
relations, which reminds them of God - they accept the existence of God but they never consider
it pleasing to meet God. Dogs knew that weakness of man; therefore, they were quite at home
there. Although the meeting was not due to start until midnight, the graveyard was filled with
dogs. Latch, the secretary of the dog's association, was having a round of the place with his
anxious eyes and wrinkled forehead. He was thin and weak, always ready to frown at a small
disturbance. He was an intelligent dog with weak nerves. Whenever he was worried he would
crush the hard earth with his soft feet. He never quarrelled with other dogs, all his anger was
shifted to his own heart; all his life was spent being beaten by the rascal dogs, but he never
scolded them. He would lie on the earth silently to be beaten. It was due to this quality that he
was selected for this honorable post. He was even nominated for the Hoble Prize, the most noble
title of dogs.
He had to work hard because many dogs blamed him for the tragic happening of the previous
session. Honorable Hemlock, the president of this association, had also shown his displeasure.
At midnight almost all dogs had arrived at the meeting place. Now honourable Hemlock was
awaited. Hemlock was seventeen years old, the most senior of them all. His life was spent in that
graveyard. Due to his ascetic nature, he never indulged himself in worldly affairs - not even for
any bitch. He knew very well that bitches led noble dogs to the lust of the world. He knew many
great brains who could change the world, but that bloody love with bitches made them the most
foolish and pathetic creatures of the universe. He believed that the major cause of madness and
violence among dogs was due to bitches. Those who could have been the heroes of the nation
were now mean sensualists. They had even forgotten the nobility of doghood. Hemlock's
happiness was hidden in this simple rule; he never ran after bitches - he did not even allow
bitches to attend the sessions of dogs, because he never considered them worthy enough to make
any wise decision.
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