[pshrynk]

In Mexico City, two small brown dogs wandered aimlessly through the streets. Every now and then, they would sniff vigorously at a pile of dirt or a fencepost.

"Hey, George! I hear that there is something really big happening at the Taxi Stand! Want to go and watch?"

"Naw, Bob. We have to patrol this sector. The Friend would have our hides if we went off and had fun, instead."

"I wonder what happened to that guy who hijacked the taxi last night."

George stopped and seriously investigated a light post. nodding his approval, he deposited his reply to the witty commentary posted there. "That pshrynk and his stories! Hah! Who would ever believe that an African American would be elected President!

"I heard that he was taken to see Main Guy. The Friend was there, too, but he hid in the shadows."

"Really, George? I wish I could be there some time, just to see what goes on!"

"What are you? A cat? What's with the curiosity? We're chihuahuas! We prance around, looking cute and adorable, dance in stupid little skirts in the square, and get totally viscious when the time comes! Enough with these questions!"

Just up the street, in the shadows of a tumble down buidling, a lurking form grunted aprreciatively and backed out through the door.