The Animal Psychologist

By M. Foroozandeh

The interrogator: Anyway, it says here youve badly beaten the local grocer.

The accused: It was his own fault. I owed him only ten dollars, and every night he came into my dreams. I pleaded with him to wait till I got my wages, but he wouldnt relent. One midnight I fell into a drainpipethe lid had been stolen by junkies, but the authorities pay no attention.

He showed his arm, cast in plaster. You must be careful when you run, especially at midnight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491717257

M. Foroozandeh

M. Foroozandeh has written over one thousand pages of novels, short stories, and historical texts that he has been unable to publish in his homeland. He currently resides in Dubai. This is his second book.

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ISBN: 978-1-4917-1726-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4917-1725-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014905632

iUniverse rev. date: 05/22/2014

Preface

Why did I write this?

Why did I really write this? I don’t know. I just know that I was thinking for some time that if I want to write a story this time, I will write something that differs with previous writings of mine and others. After reading it, readers can write about what they have perceived from this story. Whatever they have perceived, is what I have wanted to say and I’ve been able to. Or maybe I haven’t been able to and made them perceive something that I hadn’t intended. Perhaps the readers perceive something that has been in the hidden layers of my mind and I haven’t been aware of it.

I would be very glad if readers email their opinions to me.

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The judge, a plump man, and about fifty years old, comes angrily down the stairs and tells the interrogator, I’ll convict no other culprit until this roof is paved. This is the last time I mention this. My chair’s hind legs are half sunk in clay. You call this a court?! And leaves.

The interrogator, a forty-two years old man with black and disorderly beard, anxiously summons the accused through the servant. The interrogation session is held in the half-ruined justice hall, in one of the rooms still intact. A stout man, the interrogator sits at the desk. The accused, a man about thirty-two years old , enters and softly salutes. The interrogator mutters a reply to the thin man with the erect neck and says, Sit down! the interrogation starts.

The man sits across from him, setting his right arm, which i’s plasters, on his lap.

Some have seen you take the judge’s car up on the roof of the house next to the court that is empty. What do you say?

Who has seen? Whoever has seen let him come testify before me.

How did the car go up on the roof then?, On wings?

How do I know?

"No one but you was against the judge. Say, why were you in jail in