In hiding

Today's story is a metaphor, and I think Hesscat will like it.
Ella came running into my office and hid under the newspaper lying on the ground. Seconds later, our dog Aristóteles came in, walked past Ella, looked around, left the office, came back again, looked around nervously, left again. The third time he came looking for Ella, she jumped out of her hiding place and scared the sh*t out of him. Aristóteles took off wailing as if he had been fatally wounded.
Ella is infinitely superior to him. She's faster, smarter, bolder. But Aristóteles insists on attacking her. He always looses.