She Was As Mean As a Wild Dog

She was as mean as a wild dog She growled at him with her fierceness, but he kept trying, because he recognized sad when he saw it, sad masked as mean. She snarled at him, and snapped, and it kept him at bay for awhile, but he was not a give-up man. So he stayed, and tried hard. She let him almost touch her shoulder once, without flinching. But then she remembered how hurt she had been by another man, so she got angry, and she forgot herself, and she bit his hand, tearing the flesh with her jagged, sharp nasty teeth, smiling at his mournful howl, They danced this dance many times, before he finally left, giving up, feeling sad as he was the only one who knew how scared she was under her angry meanness.