In the words of my wife today:
I am on the market in line for products. They trade chickens and their components, such as: legs, wings, hips, etc. In front of me a man asks to put wings in a plastic bag. The seller imposes a full package on him, the man asks to add a package to get a double, say, the single will break.
Seller: It won’t break, they’re strong!
The man raises the bag, he breaks, the wings spread over the asphalt.
The man refuses to pay. According to him, the package broke because of the greed and laziness of the seller. She has a diametrically opposite opinion. The whole row falls into the dispute, breaks up into two camps, and the case approaches the clash, when the main actor appears in the form of a wandering market dog.
They may have seen such things: neither a scream, nor a whistle, nor a blast with empty hand in their direction has any effect on them. And here this dog breaks through to continuously rolling wings with the obvious intention of catching as much as possible and escaping as quickly as possible, BUT! at the last moment sharply brakes, smells, wrinkles the scratchy mouth and, without catching anything, contemptuously thinks to the side.
The man, interested in such an unusual behavior of the animal, raises and smells the wing, then offers to smell it to everyone who wishes. What the smell was, you probably guess. After a unanimous verdict, the seller leaves the tent and silently collects the wings from the asphalt and silently returns the money to the two ladies who have been charged before and have watched the events with interest.
A dog is really a friend of man!