This is the account of a dog, Kikki, and his friend, the pig. Even though I never had the pleasure of making his acquaintance personally, Kikki, it seems, was an every-dog, and therefore quite an ordinary beast. And although the fact that he could tell a good tale was, I suspect, lost on the pig, that faculty would so stir the hearts of those around him that their minds' later telling would lend voice to something legendary... Kikki became both jungle-dog and friend, and therefore quite extraordinary. For we are all, in the end, the keepers of our own destinies.