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One
paw
had
stolen
almost
all
the
way
to
the
low
fence
.
Dear
God
,
what
next
?
(
next
it
leaps
over
and
gobbles
you
up
like
something
in
an
evil
nursery
fable
)
It
was
like
that
game
they
had
played
when
they
were
kids
,
red
light
.
One
person
was
"
it
,
"
and
while
he
turned
his
back
and
counted
to
ten
,
the
other
players
crept
forward
.
When
"
it
"
got
to
ten
,
he
whirled
around
and
if
he
caught
anyone
moving
,
they
were
out
of
the
game
.
The
others
remained
frozen
in
statue
postures
until
"
it
"
turned
his
back
and
counted
again
.
They
got
closer
and
closer
,
and
at
last
,
somewhere
between
five
and
ten
,
you
would
feel
a
hand
on
your
back
…
Gravel
rattled
on
the
path
.
He
jerked
his
head
around
to
look
at
the
dog
and
it
was
halfway
down
the
pathway
,
just
behind
the
lions
now
,
its
mouth
wide
and
yawning
.
Before
,
it
had
only
been
a
hedge
clipped
in
the
general
shape
of
a
dog
,
something
that
lost
all
definition
when
you
got
up
close
to
it
.
But
now
Jack
could
see
that
it
had
been
clipped
to
look
like
a
German
shepherd
,
and
shepherds
could
be
mean
.
You
could
train
shepherds
to
kill
.
A
low
rustling
sound
.
The
lion
on
the
left
had
advanced
all
the
way
to
the
fence
now
;
its
muzzle
was
touching
the
boards
.
It
seemed
to
be
grinning
at
him
.
Jack
backed
up
another
two
steps
.
His
head
was
thudding
crazily
and
he
could
feel
the
dry
rasp
of
his
breath
in
his
throat
.
Now
the
buffalo
had
moved
,
circling
to
the
right
,
behind
and
around
the
rabbit
.
The
head
was
lowered
,
the
green
hedge
horns
pointing
at
him
.
The
thing
was
,
you
couldn
’
t
watch
all
of
them
.
Not
all
at
once
.
He
began
to
make
a
whining
sound
,
unaware
in
his
locked
concentration
that
he
was
making
any
sound
at
all
.
His
eyes
darted
from
one
hedge
creature
to
the
next
,
trying
to
see
them
move
.
The
wind
gusted
,
making
a
hungry
rattling
sound
in
the
close
-
matted
branches
.
What
kind
of
sound
would
there
be
if
they
got
him
?
But
of
course
he
knew
.
A
snapping
,
rending
,
breaking
sound
.
It
would
be
-
(
no
no
NO
NO
I
WILL
NOT
BELIEVE
THIS
NOT
AT
ALL
!
)
