DIFFERENT STROKES FOR DIFFERENT FOLKS

"Do you want some?"
"No thanks."
The man was roasting a dog.
Another black dog was on a leash.
He was next.
He was whining.
He knew his fate.
I was looking for bananas when I came upon this scene.
The man said he was from the island of Truk.
He was cooking two "boonie" dogs.
He was hungry.
So was I.
I thought, "He will have plenty to eat."
The sea was calm and there was very little breeze.
It was very quiet except for the crying dog.
And as always the sun was brilliantly beaming.
I found my bananas and went home.