Analysis of THE CUTE BLOODHOUND

He immediately pricked up his pointed ears at the sexy lady's kissing will, his small, evil eyes suddenly flickered as soon as he saw me. Little chocolates, pieces of sugar, and expensive words could not satisfy his animalistic nature. He was said to be a teenager, the size of a well-developed buffalo calf. However, instinct just wouldn't let me; secretly, he even immediately guessed my panicky, terrifying fear.

"Calm down, calm down! It doesn't hurt, she's just making friends!" the beautiful lady said to me, laughing mischievously, like a supermodel Pocahantas. But in her curious angelic gaze, chasing questions immediately flashed up: Who did I come to? Who am I looking for?! - I could only stand with my feet rooted to the ground, the conscious terror hibernates. "I thought I'd invite Darling to coffee, if possible?" - "This is really very considerate, sweet Lord, and he even brought flowers, but unfortunately, I don't have time or desire for POOR!" What would my friends think about who I'm showing off with?! And anyway, you're so suspicious to me," he stopped at my request. His words of stigma were cynical at the same time, angry vermin rampant on the ruins of my human dignity! The wounds that had torn open in my naive childish soul burned anew, but it seemed like it would never be possible to undo the humiliation!

The blood-bloke stood still with his argent, sly eyes and raised tail; as if he had secretly growled and snorted a couple of times: "You're a good puppy, you cursed beast!" - and he knew what I knew a long time ago, that we would never be friends, at most tolerated enemies for the sake of a lady! And by the time I reached the end of my ominous prophecy, the lady already far away, he threw a red ball at the dear one: measuredly, insulted, he left next to a pile of dog poop. His social arrangement is understandable! - What could I have expected? Humiliated, I trudged home with my head bowed and pondered to myself: Where have the real, golden-hearted Angels gone?!