She saw, as the man was being torn apart, one dog hanging from his crotch, one from the hand, and one from the throat. It took hold of her leg and she dropped the bottle. And Dorothy did her part; she removed her clothes for short period of time, took the liquor and quickly got dressed before she was laughed out of the pub. Dorothy was walking towards the pub as she held her painful cheek. Other drunkards laugh answered his own laugh. But it’s cold…” Dorothy protested and suddenly placed her arms to cover herself. And would not be allowed to exit alive. Soon other people began giving quarters and shortly after the money was ready. “I’m so cold…” she coughed. “What? But a dog had been chasing her. Suddenly Dorothy’s mother slapped her. The snow had begun melting and the water was forming small rivers that danced towards the sewers.
