Chapter 18Metamorphosis
"Grrr! Woof! Woof! Grrr!"
A large dog, enraged, barks and growls at us.
"Is it possible that you are still standing, you beast? What do I have to do to kill you once and for all?"
The molosser, wobbling on all four legs, is visibly tried, but his loyalty to his master is incredible.
It doesn't hint at attacking, perhaps it has already assayed enough the potentialities of its adversary, but adamant it growls at us, ready, if necessary, to the challenge.
A leap, a trail and a yelp. The order should be the right one, but the confusion, given by the speed of the movements, cancels the real perception of the facts.
It is only a handful of moments, a few instants to decide the winner of an unequal clash. The substantial difference between the two is not that he is
