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A dog stopped at the edge of the lawn in front of the house, in which roosted the man whose name nobody recognized until it was associated with his face. It should also be mentioned that this very face was not recognized until associated with the aforementioned name. If there was a scenario in which the man's face was not visible, nor his name spoken, he could be identified by the distinct hat he wore atop his head. It was a large top hat, by which I mean it was a small fez. In any case, there was a dog near the edge of the previously described man's property line. The man pried two blinds apart very slowly, poking an unnecessarily powerful pair of binoculars through the small crevasse he had created, enhancing his view of the dog by a ludicrous amount. He stared past the small but still noticeable collection of dead flies. He payed them no mind, although their lives may not have ended when they did had they not become trapped behind the blinds which to him were a convenient way to adjust the interior lighting in his home, but to them were steel flaps of death.

The man was not phased by the body count he had amassed in leaving the blinds closed, as he was currently invested in witnessing a small terrier relieve itself on his front lawn. The previous statement does not, in any way, imply that the man would have cared about the massacre had he not been observing canine bowel voidage; he wouldn't have considered troubling himself with such an insignificant act of murder. They were, after all, only flies. The terrier lifted a leg and urinated. Urination was a perfectly natural act to the dog, but to the man, it was an atrocity beyond anything else that could have been enacted upon him. He adjusted his fez, took a bite out of a slightly burned piece of wheat toast (no butter), and stormed out of the house. He traveled down the front walkway, stomping. He stomped so hard that he mildly fractured one of the bones in his left foot. He was not accustomed to this pain, so he doubled over in it. As he hit the ground, his fez fell off of his head. Since nobody could recognize him without the fez, they passed by him without offering any assistance. The terrier, oblivious, finished voiding his bowels and trotted off.