The Size of the Fight in the Dog

He exists because something must always be given to replace that which was lost. Humans took their size, their teeth, their speed. Humans took even their adulthood, leaving them forever infantile. That is why he comes to them.

He stands eight feet tall, spindly as a spider, but he spends his time bent double. He leans and whispers in furry canine ears: “You are huge. You are a warrior. Your strength is legend.” His audience listens, rapt, and believes. They will strive to conquer, and they will fail, but they will always have his words in their tiny terrier hearts.