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The Snarling Jaws of Kerberos
I saw the snarling jaws of Kerberos coming across the street tonite. His tongue hung out. His teeth were bared. His head was held down from his humped shoulders tracking his quarry. I turned the corner, and he followed me.
In the dark, coming home from the soccer fields, in the orange glow of the streetlight behind me, I saw the jaws of Kerberos open. But he walked with a bounce. And he panted only lightly whereas I would have expected something else. And his tail was wagging.
Oh. I must have been mistaken him. It wasn't Kerberos after
all. It was just the slanted shadow of a black and tan dog named
Guinness.
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