All the Little Animals Page #3

I'm going the other way.

Excuse me,

are you going to Cornwall?

No, London, mate.

You going

to Cornwall?

Yeah, no problem.

Hop in.

You're lucky, I was just leaving.

Where's all your gear, then?

I don't need any things

'cause I'm going

to stay with my grandpa.

Well, I finish at Truro.

You said you were

going to Cornwall.

Truro is in Cornwall.

You got any money?

Yeah, some.

You can get us something to eat

and a cup of tea at the next services.

We won't be stopping

after that.

The truck has to be back

in the yard by 7:00.

Is that a rabbit's foot?

We in Cornwall yet?

Surprise, surprise,

awake at last.

You were no damn use

as company.

Out cold the whole way.

Look, it's a fox.

Look at that,

will you?

Watch me

get the bugger.

What are you doing?

No! Stop it!

Get off! Get off!

Get off me!

Get off me.

You'll get us both killed.

Jesus, hold on.

Oh my God!

Oh sh*t!

No.

Leave him alone.

What's that

you've got there?

It's a rabbit.

It's dead.

You're supposed to help people

when there has been an accident.

It's no use.

He's beyond help.

Anyway, you only help

good people.

He's not good.

He killed this rabbit.

Yeah, I saw it.

I was with him when he did it.

No, it was a fox.

I saw a fox.

No, the fox ran clear.

This is the poor little rabbit

that got in the way.

Look.

Told you.

He's like the rabbit now.

Dead.

You're supposed

to bury dead people.

His own kind

can do that.

I have other work.

How old are you, boy?

- I'm 24.

- 24?

Not yet 18

I shouldn't wonder.

No, I'm 24.

It's not fair, everybody always thinks

I'm younger, but I'm a man.

Just feel like a boy.

Why did you

bury the rabbit?

'Cause it was dead, boy.

Because I wanted to.

When a creature is killed,

I return it to the earth.

I consider it

my work.

Your work?

Rabbits are generally

thought to be

pleasing animal.

Whereas, rats, for example,

are generally detested.

Both are living creatures

of equal value

in nature's scheme.

When they're dead,

they should be buried.

And you're supposed

to bury dead people.

People?

People are of no value at all

as far as I'm concerned.

Besides, they can bury each other.

The animals need help.

All the men kill them.

I bury them.

I bury rabbits, rats,

mice and birds.

And frogs, hedgehogs,

even snails.

Where do you find

so many things to bury?

Where do you think?

On the roads, boy.

On the bloody roads.

The car is a killing machine,

pure and simple.

I've buried so many.

Well, you must know.

You must have been in cars

and felt that little bump,

that faint crunch

under the wheels.

Surely you've had

that moment of indecision

when some little live creature

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