My Life as a Dog Page #3

He's driving me crazy.

Maybe he'll be finished soon.

Finished?

He won't be finished

untiI he's kilIed me.

Come and read to me, Ingemar.

Sit down here.

Read. There.

"Ribbons are incredibIe.

They reduce the waist

and remove alI excess."

Is that it?

Yes, go on, Ingemar.

"The unbeIievably flexibIe Iatex wooI

and Ribbon's special patent

IiteraIly caresses the body.

BuiIt-in waist supports,

doubIe panty padding" -

Hello, sir.

Ingemar, shalI we have coffee

in the summerhouse?

Go on in.

Have a seat on the couch.

Well, you can sit here.

Right...

you should have the ball here.

In your head.

That's how the BraziIians do it.

Then you don't have to chase it.

You have to be the ball.

Then you stand where you know

the ball is going to come.

Understand?

You'Il see tomorrow.

Be the ball.

That's good.

Use your ankIe.

You'll get more power.

Come on!

Good!

Afors!

Cover him!

Come on now.

What are you staring at?

Nothing.

You're staring at my hair, right?

It's green, eh?

I know.

Come on, Saga!

Look! Haven't got a chance.

She's the best on the team.

She?

Yeah. You can't teIl, right?

Keep quiet about it.

Cover that side!

Got it right in the head.

Groggy. Didn't see it.

Right in the head.

We forgot the samba

in our Iegs too.

Good, Ingemar.

He'll make it

on the boys' team, right, Manne?

- Yeah. See you, Ingemar.

- See you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Can we have a rematch?

- Okay.

HeIlo, Fransson.

Looks good.

That's Fransson.

Best roof in aIl of SmaIand.

He's aIways there.

Mr. Arvidsson wants me

to shoot him down.

That'd be a shame.

The rain wouId Ieak in then.

Good, good.

Just fine.

Nice footwork.

Get the samba in your legs.

Look at UIla.

God!

Oh, no.

I didn't mean it.

Wait, I have to soak it.

No, stop!

Ingemar.

"Like a dream.

FeatherIight sIips,

with beautifully fashioned...

breast section."

You didn't eat your food.

You can see my machine.

It's in there.

- What are they doing there?

- BeveIing the glass.

- Got it with you?

- You'll get your money.

I know where women's breasts are.

Not on my vases, I'll tell you that.

Is that supposed to be art?

FiIth, that's what it is.

Her breasts are in

the right pIace, by God.

Hello, Berit.

This is Ingemar, my sister's boy.

Our new right-forward.

I'Il smash every one of them.

Dirty mind. You can be sure of that.

Master gIassmaker.

Not as dangerous as he Iooks.

That's the designer.

He's dangerous. Right, Berit?

Ingemar.

Coming to the barn?

Hi, Grandpa.

Hi.

- Can we take a bath later?

- Yeah.

That's my fIying saucer.

You want to go with me in it Iater?

- Hi.

- Hi.

This is Ingemar.

He's going to be on the team.

How about a match?

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