[[[CP|W:250|H:190|A:R|U:http://file2./chapters/20111/9/46749634301904460075051137752.jpg]]] The rain has stopped.

***

The baker slept soundly in his large and comfortable bed.

In his sleep, he felt tightness in his chest, his legs could not move, a wet, hairy tongue rubbed against his ears and neck, he snorted dissatisfiedly, probably either his short-legged German retriever or his wife's Wilthra dachshund, these two dogs belong to different owners, and their tempers and personalities are also obviously different, but their hobbies of climbing on their master's bed are very similar, either sleeping on their feet or on their chest, which makes him mistake himself more than once for being crushed by the devil. The baker took the trouble to give severe verbal warnings and punishments for canceling one or two meals of good dog food, but the two dogs continued to jump on the bed, huddled in goose down and the hot and humid flesh of humans.

What can he do but tolerate? His little short-legged dog was smart and cute, and he had been with him for more than ten years, and when he was kicked in the ass by the school teacher, whipped by his grumpy father, and wept bitterly because of a broken love, the dog always sat cross-legged beside him, stuck out his tongue and licked his hair and face, he was more loyal than any friend, and never said what he saw like a big trumpet, or used it as some kind of effective weapon in an argument— As for the Wilsra dachshund, it had been bought from a bazaar by the baker's wife, who had been dead for several years, and had spent a whole year's savings on it, and it was said that it could find hundreds of pounds of truffles in a single winter—although all it had found so far were two or three rats cowering in tree hollows for the winter and dog poop buried in snow, but it had found something anyway, hadn't it? Anyway, it's a five-thousand-dollar dog, and maybe he'll make a big deal one day.

The tongue continued to lick, the baker's eyes were closed, he was almost awake, he wondered what his dog was trying to do, could it be that he had slept a little too much to-day, and forgot to prepare breakfast and walk for the dogs, but if that was the case, he should be able to hear their eager and crisp barking.

The baker opened his eyes, and the silver-blue sky light was shining through the open window, and there was indeed a dog standing on his chest, but, not his dog, his and his wife's dogs were not so pretty, they were not pure-blooded, to be precise, the kind of ugly-faced mixed breed dog that could not be used as a topic of conversation during a walk or in a tavern, and the dog standing on him was small, the hairs on his face, throat, feet, and the lower part of his tail were carefully trimmed, and the thick white curls covered its head like a noblewoman's cloak, The shoulders and the entire upper body, the slender feet are clearly visible, and the tail that has been modified into a pom-pom shape swings stiffly behind it.

It lowered its head and tentatively sniffed at the man's nose.

Isn't this a circus dog? The baker thought. Then his breathing stopped, he remembered the recipes of the dogs for the last two days, as one of the few prime males in town, he was one of those responsible for picking up the scraps of meat left over from the tiger and throwing them into the dogs, a creepy feeling of disgust that went from his stomach to his nasal passages, staying at the tip of the puppy's cold nose in close contact with him, he thought he wanted to vomit, but before that, a sharp pain made him howl loudly.

The dog bit his nose.

The baker jumped up from the soft bed, like an acrobat playing on a trampoline, his hands raised in the air, trying to reach out and grab the daring beast, but as soon as his hands were out of the blanket, the sudden weight made his arms hang down, and two puppies crouching in the dark jumped up, their teeth penetrating the bulbous muscles at the base of his thumb and the skin on the back of his hand. Dangling from the fat, powerful hands as he had bitten the knots that swirled in the air at the order of the animal trainer—the man let out a curse and jumped out of bed in a new sight of pain and blurred vision, endured the pain, waved his hands, and tried to smash the two dogs to death in the closet or on the wall.

The puppies opened their mouths just in time and jumped away. They swirl under his feet, a delicate skill that can only be achieved through long training, and in previous performances they could be two, three, four in a row...... The trainers kept moving between their feet, neither bumping into each other nor tripping over their masters with their petite bodies—of course, they could do the opposite, and the trainers often used this little trick to tease the rest of the group, including Hercules—and the baker fell, and the puppy responsible for tripping over him rolled on the carpet a few times, and jumped up lightly, shaking the fur off his body as if nothing had happened.

The baker's head hit the foot of the cupboard, he was dizzy, he tried to stand up, but he couldn't even find his fingers.

The curly dog that bit his nose had been hanging there, and now it used its strength, and the tip of the baker's nose and the whole wing of his nose were bitten by it, it was a large piece of meat, and while it was busy chewing, another curly dog jumped up, and its little paws stepped into the baker's wide open mouth, and the mouth instinctively closed and clenched, and the puppy screamed miserably, and its other paws that were still free scratched everywhere, and tore off the baker's eyelids, and the unbearable pain made the baker open his mouth, and the injured dog immediately limped away.

Get up, get up, the baker said to himself, get out.

Blood poured out of his eyes and nose, contaminating his entire face, unaware that the other two puppies were going around his arms and shoulders, coming around the back of his head, grabbing his hair, standing firm against his ears, and inserting their long pointed snouts into their eye sockets, which looked like a blood cup.

***

James heard a loud sound of water.

There is a fountain in the garden that he has always been proud of. It turned out to be a stagnant pond with nothing but weeds and moss, and when he bought the house, he dredged the inlet and outlet channels, built the walls and bottom of the pond with bricks of various colors, stocked them with goldfish, and planted roses around them. After the town reached an agreement with the "agency", he expanded the pool again with an interest-free loan from the latter, replacing the variegated bricks with new black pearl granite from Brazil, and the goldfish were replaced by expensive Japanese koi fish, with remote-controlled lights at the bottom of the pool, with three variations, and the water from the spouts could dance high or low to any piece of music they liked. He also obtained from hundreds of miles a statue of the Virgin from an ancient cave in the Kircucho Mountains at the northern foot of Spalacho Mountain—a rare but precious marble statue of the Virgin that had been used in the square church of St. Peter in Rome and the Royal Palace of Caserta Porbonne, as tall as a real woman, with a compassionate and dignified face—and she was placed on the side of the pool, lifelike, with grass under her feet, and at a glance it looked as if a real person were standing there.

His heart lifted, and he jumped out of bed, pushing open the window and looking down.

God, a baby elephant was standing by the pool, his clumsy body was broken in two marble Madonna, apparently she was in the way of drinking and playing or eating—the scales of the Japanese koi fish gleaming between the nose and mouth of the baby elephant in the clean light of the day, and it was catching fish that cost between 500 and 1,000 yuan for a dinner for the night!

"Damn the devil!" James screamed, and he rushed out of the bedroom, leaving behind his wife's yelling for him to put on his shoes, but in a few seconds he rushed downstairs, pulled out the key behind the fireplace, and opened his cellar, where on the wall where there were no barrels hung an American-made melee shotgun, which contained thirteen bullets, twenty steel balls at each interval, and eight one-gram flying steel spears at intervals. These steel spears are like plasterers' steel nails, capable of shooting people to pieces.

James hoped it would have shredded the elephant neatly, too.

He kicked the door open and rushed out with his gun in hand.

The baby elephant was having a good time, startled by the sudden loud noise and human curses, its nose still pointing into the air, the crystal water flowing down the folds of the plaster, and the tail of a koi fish snapping under its snow-white baby teeth.

James pulled the trigger. A canopy of eight steel spears shot at the baby elephant's body without sparing.

The young beast groaned, and staggered at James, forgetting that there was a fountain beneath his feet, and fell into it, making a splash of water of its own size.

James cautiously approached with his gun raised, and the baby elephant fluttered in the shallow water, each struggle digging the steel spear deeper into his body, and he could see that the pool was rapidly deepening.

The baby elephant looked at him, big tears streaming from his light red eyes.

James smiled at it, revealing eight snow-white teeth, and he raised his gun again.

A tremendous force crashed into it, and James watched as his beloved gun flew into the sky, followed by his own arm, his fingers still clasped on the trigger.

A nose the thickness of an adult's waist fell gracefully from the air and at lightning speed, and with all its might, it swept away the human arm and the dangerous "thing", and quickly turned around, wrapped around Jims's waist violently, throwing him high into the air, and then threw it down so hard that James's head collided with the head of the Marble Madonna, and a heavy and massive foot like a millstone stepped on it, The hardest bones of mankind and the delicate marble that crumbles even for a minute are like fine wheat flour that has been sifted three times.

Standing at the bedroom window on the second floor, Mrs. James, who had witnessed all this, fell to the ground, she sobbed silently, her feet limp, and her yellow urine trickled down her thighs, staining the hem of her dressing gown.

The baby elephant wailed, and the adult, nearly three times its size, comfortingly brushed its nose all over its body and began to help it get to its feet.

Mrs. James crawled towards the phone, and she tried several times before she could get through to the sheriff.

As she shuddered and pressed the microphone to her lips, a thick elephant trunk was silently passing through the window.

***

"Hello? …… Hey, hey? I'm Abel, what's the matter? Hey, hey? ”

A woman's scream came over the phone, and Sheriff Abel listened for a moment, then unilaterally cut off the phone: "It's Mrs. James," he said simply, to the dozen or so capable young men in the room.

None of them were from the town, not even the sheriff, in fact.

"Let's get ready, let's go." Abel said.

(To be continued)

Note: The picture on the right is a circus curly-haired dog, and the real name should be a poodle.

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