"This is my bowl! Give it back! My bowl!" A child knelt on the ground, clinging tightly to a man's leg and begging for his bowl back. The man kicked the child away, wiped the charcoal dust from the bowl, and spat disdainfully on the ground.
"You little mutt. When I say this bowl is mine, it's mine. Scram if you know what's good for you, or I'll kick you to death."
"You can't take my bowl. It's the only thing I have. Please, just give it back to me. I'm begging you."
The child crawled over and grabbed the man's pant leg again, his cries heart-wrenching. But the man showed no mercy, kicking the boy away once more. The people nearby watched with numb expressions; they had no energy to meddle in others' affairs. The boy struggled to his feet. The man, growing impatient, walked over and raised his foot to kick the child in the head. But before his foot could connect, he himself went flying like a puppet with its strings cut.
"ARGH..." The man curled up on the ground, howling in pain.
