Christopher Ibekwe sat on a broken bench outside the bus station. He saw three dogs of different breeds and differentstages of manginess. They wandered across the street away from him. None had collars. All looked near death. Christopher never had a dog, but he felt bad for the three he saw. They looked mean, desperate, and starving. He decided that would be their names. Flies orbited each of the animals like they were each their own dying planet...