All the Little Animals Page #2

Think of it.

You'll rot there

with all the other loonies,

until you're an old,

old man.

- You can't.

- Yes, I can.

But I won't have to

if you're sensible.

All you need do is sign

and it's "home sweet home. "

I'll give you some time

to think it over.

Tomorrow afternoon,

precisely 4:
00,

I will pick up

the phone

to Dr. Clarke.

I will tell him

your mother's death

has been a terrible

setback for you.

And in your present state,

I can't cope

with you at home.

What happens after that,

I shall leave you to work out for yourself.

I can assure you...

that if your poor mother

were here now,

she would be

on her knees.

On her knees,

begging you to sign the store

over to me.

You can go now.

Not the howling.

I hate the howling.

Get up.

Get up

and get out of here now.

Peter! Peter!

Peter?

Peter!

Where are you?

Peter! Peter!

Peter?

What's the matter, Bobby?

Nothing.

Just looking

for something.

You mean, Peter?

Where is he?

I want him.

He's in a safe place.

You see, I've always known

about Peter.

Give me my mouse.

I want my mouse.

I've had a little talk

with him.

Peter really needs

your signature.

On those papers.

He understands that otherwise,

you'll never see him again.

I can't.

I promised her.

It's Dr. Clarke for you.

Tomorrow.

4:
00.

And this is all your fault.

I never wanted any of this

to happen.

I left by the back gate

where the rubbish lorry

comes to collect

the rubbish.

Nobody noticed me.

It couldn't have been easier.

I stopped to bury Peter

under one of the trees

by the side

of the road.

After that, I wanted

to sit down on the grass to rest,

but I was afraid

of The Fat.

I was afraid he would send

policemen to take me back.

So I just kept going on and on

through the day.

Then I walked and walked

as fast as I could

until the houses got fewer

and there were more trees.

First it was fun

because I had been

kept indoors for so long,

but then I started

to get tired.

Look, that guy's in trouble.

Hey, you all right?

Are you ill?

No, I'm just tired.

Hungry.

Are you trying

to get somewhere?

- Yeah, Cornwall.

- Right, hitching.

Walking.

To Cornwall?

You must be joking.

No.

Yeah, Eve's all right, Des,

get him in.

Well, come with us

in the van.

- That's Jim, the dog.

- Hello.

- He's friendly, just pet him.

- Hi, doggy.

Des:
We're happy to give you a lift.

We're travelers.

My name's Des,

what's yours?

I'm Bobby.

Des:
Okay, this is Glastonbury.

We turn off here for Avalon.

You'll easily get a ride

from here.

Right.

- Thanks for the lift.

- Yeah.

- See ya. Good luck.

- Cheers, mate.

Bye, doggy.

Excuse me, are you going to Cornwall?

No, sorry mate.

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