In the small, untidy, filthy, dark, gloomy hut with the sandy, filthy, messy floor, the hut had holey, rotten walls which rats had chewed, and a large sloppily cut opening in the side so that any person could see a large expanse of the bloody beach; the ceiling of the hut also contained many holes, through which the daily rain came through making the hut damp, wet and cold; in this cold hut sat the ugly, poor man, he was staring out onto the bloody, gruesome, bone scattered beach; at this moment he was staring at his boney, ravenous, vicious, bloody dog who was devouring a half-dead, bleeding, weakened, seal that was wailing at this instant in extreme pain; this man’s dog was whimpering in delight because he was able to eat food for the first time in the last five days; the man was smiling with delight because his starved dog was able to eat and he would have a large supply of meat for future days because of this mostly dead seal that washed up on shore.