Thoracic Animus (4)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (4)"
   
   Mutt's cross breed of Serb and Iroquois ignited an intuition nearly feminine, and he heard the thunderous crank of metal clanging outside his modest habitat; next, a walk in the park--hearing their footsteps outside his door.  He kept on guard as instructed by Moses' literary endeavors, which he received no money for.
   It was always something.  Like--peaks and valleys.  As we mourn in this valley of tears.  But gravity is at a loss when intention is a misunderstood State of Grace.
   Mutt wouldn't let circumstance walk over him.  Burn Joan; next, Mark Twain gives her a Phoenix.
   Can they hold the Patriots down?  
   Mutt found nothing but more canine suspicion, yet they missed his sense of loyalty and friendship.