Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes by William Chasterson Page A

to be looking for a leader. Our old leader Tom
met his demise at the jaws of Prodjo.” “What's a Prodjo?” I asked.
“He's a mutt nearly twice the size of that animal you sent running
earlier. But I'm sure you'll be able to handle him.” Believe me, I
had a lot of questions but everything was happening so fast. “Well
we have plenty of time to get you up to speed. Let's introduce you
to the rest of the gang.” As Rizzo turned to lead the way I noticed
that he only had half of a tale. Part of it was cut off. And it
wasn't a clean cut either. The tip was mangled as if someone or
something had chewed it off. He was a large cat. Or at least he
used to be. One could tell by looking at him that he at one time
was taken care of. He had a large frame, strong bones, and at one
time this frame was covered in flesh. But now you could see his
ribs. He was just fur and bones. Because of the near death
experience I had just been through I hadn't really noticed Rizzo's
emaciated state. But as my heart rate began returning to normal I
started noticing certain details about my new friend Rizzo that
shocked me. For instance, the corners of his eyes were filled with
a yellowish substance that seemed as if it should block his vision
but he didn't seem to mind. In fact he got on as if he could see
just find. He slanted his head a little as he was talking to you.
One got the impression that he was sizing you up or trying to
figure you out while conversing. But I now realized that he was
just lining you up with his field of vision, which was obstructed.
This is not the first time I’ve seen this condition. Once when my
sister Josie was sick she had this substance in her eyes but
Vincent and I would clean her face and then we would get on with
our games. It certainly never got so bad that her vision was
obstructed. She got over it. It wasn't a serious condition. I
wondered about this gang. “Why would they let one of their own walk
around like this?” Something else I noticed about my new friend is
that he had a large gash on his back as if someone had tried to
take his head off with a machete but they missed and clipped his
back. The fur was gone. In fact the first layer of skin was broken
and he was nursing an open wound. You wouldn't notice it when you
were facing him except that every now and again he would turn
around to lick his back. This in itself wasn't strange. This was a
natural response when one got hurt. You would lick the affected
area to ease the pain and eventually the pain wasn't there anymore.
But there are some injuries that require more than just this
natural medication. I knew this from experience. I wondered, “Where
is the human to take care of him, to change his litter box, to
soothe him when he is disturbed?” I had so many questions but I
couldn't ask him now. We had just met. This was my only friend in
this strange new world and if I in some way offended Rizzo I might
be left alone again. I didn't have a plan. I was just going with
the flow. I didn't know where the flow was taking me but as long as
it took me far away from Cuyamonga I felt I would be all right.
     
    I accompanied Rizzo for what seemed like
hours. Steadily we ran under logs, over rocks, and between trees.
We entered a clearing and I was suddenly hit with the smell of
urine and rancid flesh. I was reminded of the awful smelling food I
was offered the other day. Just ahead was a large wall of rock
climbing high into the air. It hung over us inclining forward at
the top. It served as a shelter for all those huddled under its
protective shadow. What was huddled under that shadow was literally
hundreds of cats. A large tomcat menacingly approached us. “And
what do we have hear?” he asked. Rizzo stood erect. “May I present
to you, Christopher the Great!” announced Rizzo excitedly. “He
doesn’t look like much to me!” shouted a voice from among the
crowd. In the shadows I could see hundreds of glowing eyes sizing
me up. It was true that