a moral tale

The story about a dog which didn’t like a man...

There was a dog, red-haired, small, very similar to a small fox with the row of small but extremely sharp teeth. There was a path around the small housing estate. The path led through some bushes and long grass. It was usually used by walkers and dogs.
There was a businessman with a black leather suitcase, crossing the car park, on his way home.
- Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!

The time stopped. The man skipping with the dog hanging at his leg.
The time exploded.
We observed the businessman discovered some issues about the values of his miserable life. The kind of trauma experience would ever stay in his memory... The dog tasted blood, its eyes more red-brown, teeth wanted more...
What’s the moral?

You don’t know who, when and where will bite to remind you the sense of whatever.