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Today I will talk about Chupacabras.

Contrary to the popular belief that the Chupacabra is a kind of beast - the locals have the opinion that it is like a kind of spirit that invades animals, and even humans, and forces them to produce things incompatible with morality and common sense. But until it touches you personally, you won’t understand, I think.

It started like this, and I started missing cats. The loss is not God knows what, but all knew from birth, lived for themselves, no one was touched - and suddenly began to disappear. Periodically, not constantly, one will disappear, or two at once.
He went, looked - there is nowhere, then turned to his interpretative guard Serom - where cats, look. Well, as a dog, even smart, to explain what are interested in the missing cats, you ask him - where the cats - he is looking at the cats near the house. I told him to protect the cats. He’s again in confusion – I’m guarding everything here, and the cats too. You fucking guard, I say, they are going somewhere.
A week ago in the evening came home - Grey, as if to say more gently, all encouraged. The throat is bitten, the wound is torn above the eye, crumbling, in general, cranky things. I was angry at all — and what a shit, the neighbor says — Chupacabra probably came back.
Okay, I think I need to understand. I went through the bloody spots, I had to go only 200 meters, to the river, and there are already dead two healthy dogs, like dogs. The square is all in blood - Grey, seeing that the forces are unequal, invented them to procrastinate the stomach and the intestines to pull out. And the man in camouflage risks - he saw me - and to me with a complaint - so what, always here dogs walked out, they hunted for homeless cats here, and here came, released, left for cigarettes - returned and so on. What a fucking mad man. We need to call the police, he says, to look for where this insane creature is.
Oh, I say, shit, call, now Patrick will come and explain to you, Chupacabra you are a fucker, you are here, fucker, not a hunting land, and, fucker you are a fucker, you do not have a license to hunt cats. And once you came here to hunt - he will make you a dozen articles at once, although, frankly - I would fuck you straight in the spot, the cattle without horns, who came up with such a fun - to come to other countries and hurt from the soul. And the angry creature doesn’t even need to be sought – here she is, in front of me.
The man understood that the conversation was not sticky, quietly sat down in his "Duster" and fuck.
And I went to treat Grey, I appreciate this guy, smart, courageous, only reckless little.
Now it's better - he runs, he's not crumbling almost, the neck I shaved him, the wound on his head was treated with Baneocin - well, of course, he stayed alive.
It is a shame that Chupacabra himself has died alive.