The footage opens with an angled view of a rumpled picnic blanket, surrounded by the trunks and gnarled roots of trees and verdant shrubbery crowding the extremities.
The blanket is nearly obscured by the dozing profile of a young woman and three large dogs, one curled around her head like a pillow and the others sprawled across her body.
"Here, ladies and gentlemen of America," speaks a young man's voice into the microphone, "we view a feral Annaliese in her natural habitat: buried under several kilos of dog."
A light chuckle accompanies the remark as the man shifts the view, the camera panning and bringing more of the environment into sight.
The film's transit pauses as a young boy seated upon a bench comes into frame, his face a slack, glass-eyed mask of indifference, a rivulet of drool dribbling from his hanging mouth.
A small dog is perched atop his knees, nuzzling at the child's motionless form and whimpering.
A solitary, strangled yelp escapes the little dog's muzzle as the boy seizes its snout and throat, deftly breaking its neck.
As a stunned "holy mother of God!" can be heard from the cameraman, the view growing lopsided as he evidently fumbles the device, a mix of emotions blossoms across the boy's face.
The child's eyes well with tears, his mouth simultaneously twisting in a smile as he systematically sets to snapping the dead dog's bones.
Amidst the flurry of growls and barks emanating from the couple's recently awoken dogs and a muttered, "Anna, get the dogs and get to the truck; we better leave," audible in the background, the video's final shot depicts the boy staring straight into the camera, a goofy grin plastered across his face.
He waves the dead canine's broken arm in a grotesque farewell.
The blanket is nearly obscured by the dozing profile of a young woman and three large dogs, one curled around her head like a pillow and the others sprawled across her body.
"Here, ladies and gentlemen of America," speaks a young man's voice into the microphone, "we view a feral Annaliese in her natural habitat: buried under several kilos of dog."
A light chuckle accompanies the remark as the man shifts the view, the camera panning and bringing more of the environment into sight.
The film's transit pauses as a young boy seated upon a bench comes into frame, his face a slack, glass-eyed mask of indifference, a rivulet of drool dribbling from his hanging mouth.
A small dog is perched atop his knees, nuzzling at the child's motionless form and whimpering.
A solitary, strangled yelp escapes the little dog's muzzle as the boy seizes its snout and throat, deftly breaking its neck.
As a stunned "holy mother of God!" can be heard from the cameraman, the view growing lopsided as he evidently fumbles the device, a mix of emotions blossoms across the boy's face.
The child's eyes well with tears, his mouth simultaneously twisting in a smile as he systematically sets to snapping the dead dog's bones.
Amidst the flurry of growls and barks emanating from the couple's recently awoken dogs and a muttered, "Anna, get the dogs and get to the truck; we better leave," audible in the background, the video's final shot depicts the boy staring straight into the camera, a goofy grin plastered across his face.
He waves the dead canine's broken arm in a grotesque farewell.