Pino THE DANCER

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my luck they threw me in the Ankh,’ Gaspode went on. ‘Any other river, I’d have drowned and gone to doggy heaven. I heard where this big black ghostly dog comes up to you when you die an’ says, your time has gome. Cone. Come.’
Gaspode stared at nothing much. ‘Can’t sink in the Ankh, though,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Ver’ tough river, the Ankh.’
‘Woof.’
‘It have to go.)
‘Good boy Laddie! Laddie good boy!’ barked Laddie, trotting forward obediently, if a little unsteadily.
‘We’ve been looking for you everywhere!’ muttered one of the trainers, raising a stick.
‘Don’t hit it!’ said the other trainer. ‘You’ll ruin everything.’ He peered into the alley, and met Gaspode’s stare coming the other way. shouldn’t happen to a dog,’ said Gaspode. ‘Metaphorically.’ ‘Woof.’ Gaspode peered blearily at Laddie’s bright, alert and irrevocably stupid face. ‘You don’t understand a bloody word I’ve been saying, do you?’ he muttered. ‘Woof.’ said Laddie, begging. ‘Lucky bugger,’ sighed Gaspode. There was a commotion at the other end of the alley. He heard a voice say, ‘There he is! Here, Laddie! Here, boy!’ The words dripped relief. ‘It’s the Man,’ growled Gaspode. ‘You don’t