All the Little Animals Page #5

you pathetic moron...

Hey, stop that.

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone?

You leave him alone,

you disgusting pervert.

Human rubbish...

unspeakable human rubbish.

Get off him!

Mr. Summers!

Mr. Summers!

Listen to me.

Do exactly as I say.

One noise, one twitch,

that would arouse anyone's suspicion,

and your Mr. Summers is finished.

Do you understand?

Get him up.

- Janet.

- Yes?

I need the car, at the back.

Straightaway.

Mr. Summers isn't well.

I'm taking him to accident and emergency.

Should I call the hospital?

No need to fuss.

I'll call you later.

This man's not well.

We're taking him to casualty.

All right,

Mr. Bernard.

Mr. Summers, wake up!

Are we taking him

to a hospital?

Hardly necessary.

But he's hurt.

He needs help.

I think I've changed

my mind about Cornwall.

Maybe I should let you and Mr. Summers

play house after all.

I'd like to see where you've been hiding

all these weeks.

The Fat:

Is it hard to find?

No, I can find it.

The Fat:

He's all right.

He's sleeping

like a baby.

Can you find

his place from here?

Well, can you get us there

from here?

If you don't tell me,

he'll have to, won't he?

I can't carry him

all the way by myself.

Charming little place,

isn't it?

Is there anything

to drink?

Mr. Summer's whiskey.

It's in there.

Get it for me, then.

Mr. Summers.

What a bloody racket.

Well, it's light now.

Is there a spade here?

Is there a spade here?

Why?

I want a hole dug,

that's why.

What for?

What's the matter?

You can dig, can't you?

I can bury things.

Can you?

Where's the bloody spade?

There's one outside

by the lavatory.

Please stay awake.

I love you.

Don't die.

Please, don't die.

You can't die.

What would I do

without you?

Don't let them

destroy you, Bobby.

Don't let him destroy...

Trick him.

Trap him.

Kill him.

He would do it.

Dig.

The Fat:

Dig long and deep.

I thought of running away.

But how could I have

left Mr. Summers?

Once I started digging,

I didn't really want to stop.

I thought about all sorts of things

while I was digging that hole.

I could hear

the sea sound,

making me think how big

the sea was and how small I was.

It seemed that I couldn't really matter

since I was so small.

And I thought

about the birds

and the little animals.

After them, the insects.

After them, there were

even smaller things

with names I didn't know.

There were trees and plants

and grasses,

and they were

all alive.

Mr. Summers thought

all these things mattered.

"If they didn't matter, "

he would say,

"why were they there?

And why were they so beautiful?"

Then I thought,

if all these things did matter,

then maybe

I mattered too.

For a little while

I felt a bit better.

Why have you stopped?

- Because I finished.

- No, you haven't.

I need another hole,

just like this one.

That's enough for now.

I'm thirsty.

You can leave

the spade.

It's just a toad.

It's a toad.

It's harmless.

There's nothing

to be scared of.

Look.

I can pick it up.

It wouldn't hurt anyone.

Look.

You little bastard.

Stop! There's money.

There's lots of money.

Money?

What money?

Mr. Summer's money.

The money that he had. There's lots of it.

How much?

50 pounds? 100 pounds?

I suppose you think

100 pounds is a great deal of money...

No, it's thousands.

I promise, it's thousands.

- Where is it then?

- Under the wardrobe.

Go get it then.

It's locked.

The key, where's the key?

It's on Mr. Summer's key ring.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

There's more.

Down there.

More?

Mr. Summers says

there's three more boxes.

Down there.

Right under the floor.

I hope you're right.

Can't you help me?

The Fat!

I hate The Fat!

Mr. Summers!

Mr. Summers, I'm back.

Mr. Summers?

I'm back.

Can you hear me?

I'm back.

I took as much

of Mr. Summer's money as I could carry,

then buried the rest in the hole

The Fat made me dig for myself.

I had to get away in case

people came looking for us

after The Fat

never came back.

Now I do the work alone,

all over the place.

wherever I happen to be.

One day I found

a traveler's camp.

Now I live there

with my dog in a tent I bought.

But night after night,

in my dreams,

I become something very small

in forest of tall grass.

I can hear

the sea sound and the bamboo,

very loud.

And I can feel

Mr. Summers close by...

whispering to me

in the dark.

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