The Plague Dogs Page #3

And then the man will take us home with him.

Oh, what luck!

My master used to throw sticks, or a ball.

They like you to run about and do things.

This man uses sheep instead of sticks, that's all.

We'll show 'em, Rowf! We'll show 'em!

What the hell art thou playin' at?!

Art thou stark bloody mad, or what?

We just need a master.

Just need a master? Of all the-...

Art thou out of thou minds, chasing yows up an' down fell?

Snappin' an' bitin'.

Where's thy farm at? Where's thy master?

Tha's nipped yon yow too, tha bastard! It's bleedin'!

Lay off! You don't own this place.

Don't own it?

Then I'd like to know who bloody does.

Ey Wag, it says we don't own fell 'ere.

Bloody cheek!

What they reckon they're up to, then?

What're you up to, then?

Gatherin', you daft sod!

Seekin' wooled sheep, of course.

An' then they comes down like bloody bulls, and spoils half hour's good work.

Aye, they'll be tourists.

Thee, with yon patch on the head...

Where's thy master at?

Has he been hurt and thee run away?

We haven't a master.

We thought, maybe your master-...

Aye, fill thee with lead, he will. Worrying sheep!

We were only doing the same as them...

Don, come by here! Yo Wag, come by here!

We better get out of here.

They belonged where they were. You could smell it.

No white-coat does anything to them.

But what are we going to do, Rowf?

This isn't the world I left when I was sold to the white-coats.

Must've changed when I killed my master.

Everything I do turns out wrong.

You would kill me, wouldn't you? Rowf?

I mean, if they try to take us back.

What're you talking about?

You're getting crazier all the time.

We would've been fed by now, wouldn't we?

We couldn't even find our way back to the white-coats.

I mean, supposing we wanted to.

Do you want to go back?

I don't know.

There's nothing up here.

I don't anyone's been up here since it was made.

Well...

The white-coats won't come up here, anyway.

No. They won't come up here.

But neither will your master.

My master can't anymore.

Rowf,

If we don't find food soon, we'll die.

I'm not gonna die.

Not without a fight.

Who are you going to fight? There's no one here.

I'll fight... this.

But we'll have to change.

Change? Change to what?

To what we used to be.

Real animals. Wild animals.

We'll find food. We'll live by our teeth, and...

...kill. That's what we'll do.

Kill.

Those sheep belonged to that man...

...then this one must, too.

We must get away.

And leave this?

We can finish it off later. Come on.

Where? - I don't know, down there.

Into that valley.

Slowly, Snitter. I'm sore all over.

That sheep battered me to bits.

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