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Burton just had a long and tiring day at the office. He just wanted to get home and rest. The thought of putting his feet up and with a cold beer seemed more appealing as he got in his Mercedes Benz and headed home. He really hated office politics; they left him feeling drained and grumpy.
He found his wife in the kitchen, “Hey honey,” she greeted him as he kissed her, “Hi,’ he mumbled as he headed for the bedroom.
He slowly changed in comfortable clothes and went to the lounge. He had just settled in and was about to take a sip of his beer when his young son rushed in “daddy! It is Brutus, he went through the fence again, it is completely ruined,” he screamed. Not again, Burton thought as he got up and followed him outside.
He felt his blood boil as he accessed the damage.Brutus was the neighbor’s Rottweiler. Mr. Sanders, a war veteran, though that his war record gave him the right to behave like he owned the neighborhood. Everyone was scared of him because every time he was confronted, especially about his dog’s destructive behavior; he always came out with a loaded riffle.
“This is too much,” he hissed as he crossed the lawn. He started talking as soon as the door opened, ignoring the cocked gun, ‘Can you please build a kennel for your dog, he is going around destroying property and you are not doing anything about it,’ he said.
Not used to confrontation and noticing people gathering around, Mr. Sanders quickly agreed and went back in the house. That was easy, he thought as people came around to congratulate him. He was the star of the neighborhood.