One Hundred Years of Solitude

dogs and cats and any animal
that got into the house and
threw their corpses into the
middle of the street in order
to annoy people with the
rotten stench. So much time
had passed since the sun had
mummified the empty skin of
the last animal that everybody
took it for granted that the
lady of the house and the
maid had died long before the
wars were over, and that if
the house was still standing it