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you daft fbugger! You'll haf uff all off!' Gaspode growled. On the opposite roof, the dog pack watched in horror. The gutter creaked again.
Angua's claws scored white lines on the slates.
Big Fido wrenched and spun, fighting the grip of the collar.
Which, finally, yes! Story of my life! You and me, kid Together! We could have made it!'
He turned and looked at the dogs lining the roofs or, the other side of the street.
'You lot! Go home! BAD DOG!' he barked.
He slithered down the other side of the roof. There was an alley there, but it was snapped.The dog turned in the air, hanging for a moment before gravity took hold.'Free!'And then he fell.Gaspode shot backwards as Angua's paws slipped from under her, and landed further up the roof, legs spinning. Both of them made it to the crest and hung there, panting.Then Angua bounded away, clearing the next alley before Gaspode had stopped seeing a red mist in front of his eyes.He spat out Big Fido's collar, which slid down the roof and vanished over the edge.'Oh, thank you!' he shouted. 'Thank you very much' Yes! Leave me here, that's right! Me with only three good legs! Don't you worry about me! If I'm lucky I'll fall oft before I starve! Oh
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