The Fire Hydrant
The night was when they gathered around their prophet appearing through the labyrinth of concrete and glass. The winter is generally cold and full of snow flakes that swirl in small eddies in the deserted corners that are formed where buildings stand. The officials from the sanitation department had known of this hydrant and the pests it attracted in the dead of the shimmering night. They had their equipment ready, vans, nets, sedative guns, which is a handy tool in case they try to act nasty, all this was set at the ends of alleys which opened their mouths to the hydrant. One could see the officials in their blue uniforms ironed to perfection with their cuff buttons shining in the light of the few solitary windows that glow with the energy of a workaholic, with rigged leather boots all polished and hats with shiny rims. The canines emerge from the alleys in their hundreds and their eyes shine in the light of the siren of the dog van. Their number is more than what was expected, and they are coming from all the alleys that open to the hydrant, the sedative is not enough and neither are the nets, for what comes from the alleys is a pilgrimage to the fire hydrant.