The old man stretched out his neck to stare at Blacky, and Blacky scowled back with his doggy eyes.
"What did this old man just say? That because this Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs was eaten by a dog, it's throwing God's gifts to the winds? A reckless waste?"
Blacky was instantly infuriated. "Why can't a dog eat Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs? What did this dog ever do to you, old man?"
Blacky snarled viciously at the old man, showing his teeth. Shreds of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs still stuck to the crevices between his teeth…
"Hey ho, this dog is a hoot, what are you growling for? Surely you don't want to bite this old fellow?" The elder waved the fan made of an unknown spirit beast's feathers as he guffawed.
"Ah, but what a pity for the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs." The elder peered down at the gobbled up Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs in Blacky' bowl, sighed lightly, and turned around to leave.
