They were sitting in front of the Old Indian chief shed with their grandchildren, watching two wolf dogs struggling with each other. One of the dogs was white, one was black and as long as the ten year old boy knew himself, those dogs were grappling in front of his grandfather’s hut. These were two large wolf dogs that his grandfather always kept in mind and did not take away from him. The boy thought that a dog was enough to protect the hut, he wanted to understand why his grandfather needed the second dog and why the colors were necessarily black and white. He curiously asked his grandfather: The old chief caressed his granddaughter’s back with a wise smile.

“They” said, “It is two icons for me, son.”

“What is the symbol?” Asked the boy.

“Symbol of good and evil. Just like the dogs you see, goodness and evil constantly struggle within us. As I watch them, I always think about it. That’s why I keep them with me. Child, here is the word; He thought, “If there is a struggle, there must be a winner,” and he added a new one to each child’s endless questions:

“All right,” he said. “Which one do you think wins this struggle?”

The wise chief looked at his grandson with a deep smile.

“Which one is that kid? Which one do I feed better! ”