The neighbor of the train fed his pug food without my permission, so I had to get right with the naughty neighbor and his dog.
In my sleeping area, a man was traveling with a pug in a pet container. The pug was barking loudly before the train departed. After that, it was quiet for a while, but about half an hour after the train had left, it started to draw attention again by barking and pacing its box erratically. “I can’t take it any longer,” exclaimed an elderly woman who was unable to control herself. Do something for your dog!
About forty minutes after leaving, after everyone had sat down, the dog’s owner, probably sensing the general dissatisfaction, made the decision to take his pet for a walk in the hallway.
In the interim, I went to purchase some tea. When I returned, I located my food container; the package and rice were both there. But the bird was no more. I spotted it as I turned around. Or rather, the remains of the chicken—on the ground, in the teeth of a happy pug.
At first, I was absolutely stunned and stood there. Then I looked over to the owner. He started to stroke the pug’s head as if nothing had occurred.
“Sorry,” he said without getting up. “At least he’s quiet now.”
That’s when I finally lost patience. Nonetheless, I dislike shouting in public. I decided that I would get even with the owner and his naughty dog.
The conductor showed up at the next station, scolded everyone, and threatened to kick out all the dogs and their owners.
I missed the chicken, of course.
Do you think I made the right choice?
