If you think you've seen it all, then you stand before the gate with a sign that reads: Beware of the Dog. That sign has been swapped out several times. One time it had a vicious-looking hound on it, the next time one of those specimens with a little ribbon that you'd be ashamed to be seen with in public, but which will still sink its teeth into your calves. The gate of offence is usually shut, but when you get close it flies open and then you can try to make a run for it. The rules are simple: you run or fight for your life, because whoever lurks behind that gate is definitely not planning on giving up. I hate my job as a postie and I hope my application for postboxes outside the properties gets approved, because nobody learns a thing from an offence. Carefully, I slide the bailiff's letter through the gap in the gate and make a run for it. I hear the ground thundering behind me, it's vibrating under my feet. The monster has been awakened.
7.11.25
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Original: Dutch
