Animals resumed their respective food chains as if by common agreement, settling among the civic features most accommodating their native behaviour.
Walruses heaved their huge mounds of flesh over the jagged remains of bombed out buildings, taking over whole streets and barking their boundaries to those homeowners that dared return and sift these makeshift harems for former possessions.
The pavements were unsafe. Wolf packs gained pace along the city's boulevards, giving chase to elk, whose lumbering understeer propelling the gang's fringes into corner buildings at every t junction and crossroad. Panicked escapes that obliterated unsuspecting news vendors, street artists and shoeshine men, who - safe inside its sound - had mistook their distant rumble for incoming doodlebugs.
Often the elks' wrecking wave met its match: pulverised carcasses wrapped around the immovable, blood dripping down and finding its course in white stone pavements so that letter boxes looked like melting candles, and ram-raided phone booths - animal extremities half jutting out either end - like the modern art of war.
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