The Plague Dogs Page #2

If I was in there, covered over... My head would be cool.

Things would keep still.

If you fall in, they won't let you out.

Well...

...It's better out here than in the pens. Isn't it Rowf?

When are we gonna eat?

I'm hungry.

The flies in my head...

..they keep buzzing.

Feels like smoke.

Look, how the wind sends the leaves running across the sky.

There are the houses!

I knew they couldn't have gone far.

Come on Rowf! We're alright now.

Go on, get out ya bugger! Get out!

Away with ya!

You spoiled it, Rowf!

You've got to treat the properly if you want to get anything from them.

Did he hit you with that stone?

No.

If he had, I'd have really gone for him.

You mustn't rootle about in dustbins, however nice they smell. Not if masters are anywhere near.

Makes them angry for some reason.

The proper thing, if you want to get food out of a man, is to go and make friends first.

Then, he gives you something.

You do the man before the food.

Not after.

Look. There's a shop.

A shop.

You know, where they keep meat, and biscuits, and things.

Now, watch me, Rowf.

And remember...

...do the man first.

Ey, a dog with cap on!

Oh why, look at that!

White-coats! - It was a white-coats place?

Maybe the towns are all white-coats.

I must've made a mistake. It looked like a shop.

One of them had a knife.

They must cut them up on those glass tables in there.

Why has everything changed so much?

Rowf!

I'm blind!

Rowf, the truck's coming.

The truck's coming!

Been run over, do you think?

Nay, not run over. It's been to the vet, look at the dressing on its head.

Ought to be inside somewhere, by rights. Must've got out.

It's got this green collar, Jack. Nothing on it but a number.

Let's put it in the back of the car and get it over with.

Bloody hell!

I told you, Snitter.

I told you. You think you you know everything about men...

They were trying to help me.

They were masters!

It was my head... all on fire, I couldn't see!

They were white-coats, they were gonna take you back.

Are you alright?

I think...

Yes, I think so.

Aye, there's two of them gone.

I thought I better let thee know, like, first thing.

You said all the doors and windows were locked.

There's just no other way they could've got out.

They'll not have gone far.

Last time they were fed, were Friday night.

So they'll have to get some groob somewhere.

If they've been chasing sheep out fell an' all, that'd be a right do, that would.

That's offence against the law, ya know. Being in possession of a dog that worries sheep.

Rowf!

Look! Take a good look.

I was right. I told you.

That, Rowf, is a master.

A real master of dogs.

We'll do what they're doing. Don't you see?

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