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* curtains open * Piggy: Gosh! Y’all are still kids to be fighting like cats and dogs! Mature up may be? Doggy: May be not. Piggy, sorry but you are sweating like a Pig! Run a bath may be? Kitty: Yes and also because you are as fat as a pig stop pigging out all the time may be? Piggy: I am not…   * silence * Doggy: Hahaha. The cat got your tongue, Piggy? Donk: Ah! I’m tired of this daily ruckus. Y’all are such a pain for this ass. Shut up may be? Kitty: May be not. You won’t understand it Donk. Get back to your donkey work may be? Donk: May be not. Change your attitude may be? Doggy: May be not. We’ll change when the pigs start flying may be? Kitty: Piggy can fly? But how?? Tell me how??? I need to know before… * Kitty drops dead * Doggy: What’s wrong with her now? Donk: Curiosity, Doggy. Curiosity killed the cat. Doggy: What??? Piggy: Don’t worry, Doggy. Every dog has it’s day. Today, enjoy yours. ...

“The poor bastard never saw it coming.” He spoke these words sitting on the kerb with his head in his hands.  I didn't know what to tell him. I’d been watching all along. I was at the sink rinsing my coffee cup when he left at 7:30, as usual. And as soon as the garage door closed, I saw their curtains disappear. Well, that caught my eye.  She was ripping them down. I knew then something was wrong, this being mid-December and no time for spring cleaning. I stood for awhile, peeking between the blinds.  I like to know what’s going on in my neighbourhood. She stood at the bare window for a minute or two, staring wide-eyed at the neglected lawn, naked trees, and the cement-coloured sky.  I raised my hand up just in case she looked but she didn't–she saw the dog, his dog, big stupid thing licking himself on the front lawn like it was the only thing to do. She took the things he never liked: the pillow she’d embroidere...