The Return of Satan

The horrible dog of pure evil, Satan, has returned to my apartment complex. I thought he was dead or found a random soul to feast upon, but he's back and angrier than before. I saw him rooting around the trash pile while I was leaving for work today. He saw me too, and we exchanged the usual pleasantries reserved for mortal enemies: He growled and bared his teeth, and I picked up a large rock. I would have taken a picture, except I was afraid he'd rush me and then my soul would have been consumed.

If Satan knew what was good for him, he'd move on. It's summertime, and as the temperature rises in Ecik so does my temper toward devil canines.

I'll smite that mutt if he gets too close