The hour of 8:00 in the evening is struck and the howling is once again taken up by those who have been sheltering in their homes for the entirety of the day.
High-pitched, raspy yips and hearty, thunderous roars fill the air with such resonance that it is not hard to imagine mighty walls trembling from the resultant vibrations.
For well on a minute the discordant vociferation continues, until one by one the exultant cacophonous voices die down.
A sudden quiet follows, only to be broken by multitudinous small but violent explosions as fireworks are set off from seemingly every direction at once.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Then the real howling begins as every dog in the area starts barking...
Love the howling! Hate the fireworks!
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