“I'm collapsing with so much...! UFF! What would my father say, if I unburden everything I'm carrying inside?”

“Shut up! Don't even think of swearing!”

“But don't you see how they treat us!”

“Yes, but there's nothing to be gained by violence and shouting. Lower your head, and don't look them in the eye.”

“They are wolves, aren't they?”

“No! They are even worse! They are evil, clothed with authority, and licensed to kill us.”

He did not have time to lower his head when a clumsy blow grazed his side. Instead of an insult, he let out a slight groan, as he leaned to the opposite side.

"Don't look at me if you want to live!”

His friend's words became relevant at that instant. Acting prudently was not cowardice. The logic of nature prevailed, and like a defeated dog, he showed his belly. Only in his case, it was skillfully feigned, in the background, the flame of fury lay, waiting for the right moment to raze everything in its path, especially the vile oppressor.

Pushing and shoving, those evildoers made their way through the crowd, until they hit a child, who, curious, peeked innocently over the shoulders of his parents. The indignation was so great that a human pack was unleashed, which razed the prey alive. Those evildoers, fallen in their self-inflicted misfortunes, were unrecognizable. Someone asked, when Calm returned, “Who did this one? Everyone answered, without raising their heads, and an intense gleam in their eyes. No one in particular, perhaps the mob in search of justice. On the other side, a child opened his eyes, to the joy of his parents.