A small booth near the edge of the port, it's protected by a piece of old, sun-bleached sailcloth. Baskets of freshly-caught fish, bivalves, and eels sit in the shade in stained wooden troughs of water. A small, aggressive-looking dog is chained to one table, presumably to keep cats away. The stall is redolent with the aroma of fish.
Fishmonger's stall, Port
policeman walking a beat
a small, aggressive-looking dog
No one likes dogs. I live on the streets with all the other dogs. I am hungry most of the time. Sometimes I fight with the other dogs. I am a dog.
whines Have you seen any thieves around here lately? I guess you can't smell them over all this rotting fish.  I saw a hungry cat a few minutes ago but I barked really loud at him and he ran like the wind. You are such a great guard dog. You certainly look the part. Would you like to walk with me on my beat to hunt for worse guys than cats? 