My younger brother Yaozu suddenly turned into a dog right in front of me and the police.
When I finally made it home, dazed and exhausted, my mother warmly invited me to eat dog meat hot pot.
I froze, then asked blankly, "Where did the dog meat come from?"
Mom covered her mouth and giggled, but her words made my blood run cold.
"You raised it for so many years. You should have recognized it."
"It's that little mutt you kept!"
"That mutt was strong, too. It struggled while I was skinning it, and got blood all over my hands."
My uncle chimed in, "We saved the hide to make you a rug. You should thank your mom properly."
What caught my eye was a pure-black dog hide.
I froze.
My dog was a black-and-white Border Collie.
The dog my brother had turned into was pure black.
