Delicious sausage

Story written with a randomly generated story as the base.

Street Dog looked at the delicious sausage in his hands and felt hungry.

He walked over to the hole in his cardboard box where the snow-wet street reflected his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated the dark Slum with its disturbed, dull dirty. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to violence and always let him hungry as if no amount of sausage would ever fill the hole in his belly. He was a mut, he was street dog.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the dark and thin figure of Street Cat. Cat was a gracious demon with a dirty snout and skinny pawns.

Dog gulped and hide his sausage in his secret place. Fear and hunger had thought him always to be cautious. Hiding a mere cold sausage, what have I become? He thinks to himself.  He glanced at his reflection outside the cardboard box. He had once been an admirable, gold Retriever with a long snout. His on