Boys will be Boys

Not afraid of anything, me! Naaa - I've taken on blokes twice my
size before, and won.....obviously.

I go out most nights with the boys - it's safer to travel together. We
try to avoid being alone. There's a lot of tough guys out there - ready
to take a piece of us at any opportunity. dangerous world these days.
Never can be too careful and so we always meet up and go out as a
group.

So we head out - try to suss out what's going on. who's out and about,
if anyone's been hit - you know, sniff out the usual gossip. There's
always something going on, and when you sense that electricity in the
air - we are always drawn right in to the heart of the situation.
Usually, there is enough of us to scare of whoever is on scene, often
interupting the crime in progress, but sometimes we have to open
communications and call for backup, signalling the others in the area
to provide physical support.

They come rapidly, and we always take control of the scene eventually,
the only others to follow us being the vultures who hang around for
hours, watching, waiting to pick up the scraps.

By the time we've finished though, the scene of the crime is pretty
much clean. we've got all we need out of it and we head off back to
business. This is daily routine for us and we all still have families
to feed and the job must go on.

We're pretty wild boys though. Occasionally we're on our way home, and
we stumble on a gift. One of the worst of the enemy in the area,
wounded from a viscious street battle. We can't always resist the
temptation and rush head on in, to inflict more wounds on the dangerous
brute who has killed so many of our boys in his pathetic craving for
power and control of the area.

So we attack - when he is weak. We kick him, and stab him. We brutalise
him and finally we eat him. And then cackle together, my pack and I as
we stumble home to our hyena wives and cubs after a hard days' hunting
in the Serengetti.