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ain’t dangerous!’ wailed Gaspode, scrabbling with his paws in the sand.
‘A talking dog sounds pretty dangerous to me,’ said Victor.
‘Dreadfullyup and shook sand off himself.
‘You won’t understand it, anyway,’ he grumbled. ‘Another dog would understand, but you won’t. It’s down to species experience, see. Like kissing. You know what it’s like, but I don’t. It’s not a canine experience.’ He noticed the warning look in Victor’s eyes, and plunged on, ‘It’s’ the way you look as if you belong here.’ He watched them for a moment. ‘See? See?’ he said. ‘I tole you you wouldn’t understand. It’s - it’s territory, see? You got all the signs of bein’ right where you should be. Nearly everyone else here is a stranger, but you aren’t. Er. Like, you mus’ have noticed where some dogs bark at you when ,’ said Ginger. ‘You never know what it might say.’ ‘See? See?’ said Gaspode mournfully. ‘I knew it’d be nothing but trouble, showin’ I can talk. It shouldn’t happen to a dog.’ ‘But it’s going to,’ said Victor. ‘Oh, all right. All right. For what good it’ll do,’ muttered Gaspode. Victor relaxed. The dog sat