Through the dense wood, vines and brush beyond the land of Deaf Kennedy, young Mrachnyy trudged persistently. He reached a clearing and stood for a moment taking in the scene.
Neatly trimmed fescue. Some shade from nearby trees. And at the end of the paddock, a chain-link kennel. Several German Shepherds paced curiously back and forth within the enclosure.
This was in the days before PETA, and Mrachnyy was not accustomed to seeing domesticated animals ignored in some pent-up cage, so what he proceeded to do was not some radical act, but a move based on the simplistic mirovozzrenie of any 5-year-old weaned on “Mutual of Heritageville’s Wild Safari” and Laddadog:
He simply let the dogs out of their pen.
Unfortunately, repercussions involved Courier One marching young Mrachnyy up to Mrs. Ock, the knyaginya of the estate, to atone for his misdeeds.
One supposes the kid learned his lesson. But who the heck bothers having pets just to let them languish out of sight and remain ignored?