This is the story of the events on the morning of January 27 last Saturday that saw the light of the twentieth century.
the reader should be in the neighborhood of Buenos Aires Núñez in a dark and stormy, as usually a few nights of summer in these parts, humid in the south of the civilized world.
forbid that the reader to specify the exact cross streets, the exact spot where the story begins it is not appropriate for this simple server too revealing data.
those sidewalks desert then went about a bunch of half drunk lads who spoke to the cries and horrific, and with grotesque laughed loudly, and got angry very easily, and argued among themselves by the color of an ant, and walked in zig-zag path, and lager drinkers, and kicked the garbage bags and contaminated the quiet of the neighborhood with indecent nerve.
And it was at the very time that a neighbor strolled custom stale his belt a small tan Pekingese, who wagged his tail and sniffing the trees and poles and bats, urinating now here, now there was a gap as possible in his world of smells from other dogs and other cats.
And it turned out that while the boys marched to and fro, man with dog came right from there to here, by the same unknown track in the same unfortunate moment, so that was imminent a meeting with each other midway through the sidewalk.
And there was silence during the interminable crossing. Silent smelling boys fight. Flavored silent fear the man with dog.
But Oh! It had to happen that the convicted quadruped or not to stay still and quiet and was launched to nose with wide application over the very big shoes of that tribe. And it smelled so strongly that someone else had to happen to those you throw a big charade to wake up in derisive laughter that until the last member of the grotesque gang. And to finish off the situation, unexpected finish, had to be that the dog back and lift his leg and urinated unfortunate child a squeeze on big booty already had a smoke in the face of aggressive drunk.
And in a reflection, the big guy kicked the dog so badly this fall six feet away, bounced off the ground and stay away even one meter. And there was
nailed to the floor the master of the dog, not just to assess the suitability of scolding the dog or the big or the very fate of his morning walk when the animal is said to everyone's surprise, the cat jumped up looking for going to hit big neck and wield their sharp little teeth right in a major artery.
few seconds delayed releasing the minions in the big dog's neck while the master, cowardly attitude, only managed to shout:
- Piqui Release! Release!
And the puppy from the soil loose and even barking barking of war, raised upper lip displaying biological weapons.
dog and man grabbed the dog by the side of the back briskly and disappeared from the scene, just as the Almighty spat heavy rain to the scene.
And believe it or not, the big man lay on the floor, the rain died from absolute death and for all eternity while the storm that was wearing a red trickle of blood to integrate it into the river and ran along the cord Avenue.
And what a surprise that the gang of reckless grotesque appearance, seeing the blood and see death and especially to see the rain, which dipped to penetrate the skeleton, was given the run in cowardly retreat.
And shortly after that time The big fall in the veins burst and urinated boots happened just a beggar who wore a lapel old pilot lifted, black and shiny in the mud of dirt mixed with water.
and bent over her body searched his pockets and uneasy subtracted two coins, a condom and a little marijuana. And before leaving this miserable carcasses of prey, came very close, as it was shortsighted to see the wound in the neck bore.
It was to be the providence that just then a mature lady who went down from a meter to stay at the man kneeling over the corpse, curious evidence that it was a curious scene. And
The man fled with the flap in the neck and after five steps are lost in the rain.
And as expected was that old when he telephoned the sheriff and a great commotion woke the entire neighborhood.
And the next day it was learned, by nurses, that death was due to key opportunities mammal tusk, rather small, right at the jugular of the deceased who had died. And there was talk of continued gloomy man had been seen kneeling over the body of the corpse.
And I know what happens when the stories are enough for three days of show to the popular myth. And section
"Police" a local newspaper took the story of the vampire that attacked Núñez at night digging his teeth into juicy vein much would you give to the jaws.
A journalist fuss made him the story and published a story per day, per copy. He wrote at night and until dawn. After walking his dog and then went to bed.
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