Charging across the grasslands, br having blown down the houses br made of straw and wood, he nears br the brick one. br br Green shines in his eyes. br drool drips from his blood-red jaw, br and his hackles stand erect br on his bony shoulders. br br He knew huffing and puffing br would be a futile exercise- br so he never bothered. br He just waited his time. br br Through the window of the brick house, br some swine poked fun at him, br with gestures of cloven hoofs br and facial contortions. br br Untouched at the abuse br he would simply wait until tomorrow; br for Thursday was market day, br and no way, was this one br going to get to... br br run all the way home.