Jock

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They came from the far

corners of the world:

Europe, Australia, America.

All drawn by the lure of

gold, discovered in the hills

of South Africa where big

game roamed in their thousands

and the wildest tales were true.

You get him, you get him champ!

Yes! Yes, you win!

Pull! Pull champ!

Into that world was

born a litter of puppies.

"Shorty you don't think you're gonna Shorty

you don't think you're gonna win do you?"

And one of these pups

stood out from the others,

not by size, because he was the

smallest, and not by beauty either,

because he was an odd

looking little fellow.

You're really silly.

He stood out because of his heart.

His was the biggest, the

bravest heart in all of Africa.

So young and you think

you've got all the answers!

If only life were that simple.

Before our time, man lived

in harmony with animals.

We could communicate and

understand one another.

But man wanted more; Man

wanted control.

You animals will pay the price.

I was on my own for the first time,

and I was in no way prepared for an

adventure such as this. But I was lucky.

I had as my driver

and guide Jim Makokel.

Jim was a proud Zulu warrior.

Come On. It's for us.

- Hey! Get away!

- It's him!

What do you mean? It's the

runt. We need the champion!

Don't look at the size! It's

what's in here... And here!

He was as brave and as

reckless as the day was long.

Jim's affection for the dog, puzzled me,

I didn't understand why because

he was the smallest of the litter.

The pup's mother shared a

special affnity with the

little fellow too.

What's a runt mom?

Oh, where did you hear that?

They were talking about me.

It just means you're small.

It's not how big you are on the

outside. It's how big you are in here.

Your father was the smallest. The

others teased him, called him the runt.

He became the bravest and best of all.

Just believe in yourself and

no one can make you feel small.

I'll try.

There's my big brave boy!

What is it?

You're going with Fitz and Jim.

What do you mean?

We talked about this. They're

leaving in the morning.

So I'm not going.

I don't want you to go,

but it's something we all have to do.

I left my mother and went with Baba,

now it's time for you to leave and

go with Fitz. It's all apart of life.

You just wanna get rid

of me cuz I'm small.

No! Baba chose you first overall

your brothers and sisters.

It's an honour. Pezulu is going too,

he'll watch out for you.

Yeah! I'll take care of you

little buddy. It'll be fun.

We'll see the world! Have

adventures! Get tattoos!

Pezulu!

Oh, you're in good hands

puppy. Well actually,

they're wings. Well they kinda look

more like claws, but don't worry;

They don't hurt. They're just feathers!

In fact I can't really pick anything up with them

at all, I usually have to use my feet to grab things...

and ah... well I er... uhoh,

what were we talking about?

Take care of him Pezulu. He

doesn't understand man yet.

Oh well now don't you

worry none. He'll be fine.

Fitz is a good man. Trying to

find his way in the world...

Clumsy as a three legged

warthog, but he means well.

He'll need you.

Come on, I'll introduce

ya. He's gonna love you.

I wanna stay with you.

I'll always love you, but it's

time for you to live your life.

Besides I'll see you in a few months

at Baba's kraal in the mountains.

Come.

Now don't you worry! You're

going to see all sorts

of new things, it's gonna be fun.

Hey, you like hens?

It's hard to imagine what it must

of felt like for that little pup.

He was being forced to trade everything

he loved for something completely unknown.

- So you're taking the puppy?

- Yebo Baba

You have chosen well.

Baba has given you... the champion!

Thank you! Where is he?

This isn't the champion. It's the runt!

Awithandi. Baba sees it. I see it...

...and so will you.

Hey Pezulu! Look at me!

Hey! He's got the Puppy!

He's got the puppy! Puppy!

Ow! Hey!

Let me go!

I didn't see the point in chasing

after him. How could he survive?

Put me down!

They say that when an animal finds itself

in the clutches of a large predator...

they will give up and surrender.

I'm not scared of you!

Bully!

This little puppy was different.

He didn't understand the meaning of

surrender and he was not going to give up.

Mom? Mom? Mom?

Whats that in your mouth you

dirty scavenger? Well never,

where'd you come from?

What are we gonna do with this Snarly?

Won't survive out here.

Might as well put him

out of his misery now.

Leave me alone! Get off!

Now what are you gonna do?

Savage dog!

Mad Zulu, where'd he come from?

Ha. Well that is amazing. We've

been searching for him everywhere!

How'd you get away from that eagle?

You've been running

around looking for this?

Yes. I'm Fitz.

Good to meet you Fritz.

How about a cuppa?

It'll knock your socks off.

Ah no, thanks. You're a hunter?

What's the fuss over this little Mutt?

This little fellow just

escaped a Martial Eagle!

Yeah? Is he your dog.

Jim was right. There was something

special about this little dog.

And I knew that he was meant for me.

Yes, he's my dog.

What is his name?

Jock. Little Jock.

I like it!

Come on! Haven't got all day.

Get off!

Don't eat anything that's

been dead more than three days.

Don't even talk about a rhinoceros

unless you're close to a tree.

Come on Jock! Let's go!

Ah, it was to bad for Jock, that

his first taste of civilization

was Crooks' Corner. It was a wildplace,

a refuge for those running from the law.

But for Jock, it was just new and exciting.

It's called "Crooks

Corner" for a reason!

It's full of bad people.

I promised your mother puppy and now you

have to promise me you'll stay out of trouble.

- Promise?

- Okay.

Promise?

Crooks Corner, Crocodile river,

I'm just saying these names mean

something, baaak! Promise?

Come on! Haven't got all day.

I promise. I'll stay out of trouble.

Come boy, come on!

Come Jock.

Get away! Argh!

Scared?

Are you okay, Jock?

- Get off, ya mangy thing!

- Jock, Jock come back here!

Crooks Corner had the

only supply store en route

to the goldfields. It was

run by a greedy and ruthless

trader named Seedling.

Gosh!

Get away! Away!

Woah!

Huh? You'll get sick doing that.

The runt? Didn't think you'd survive.

You might wish you

hadn't. Come meet the boss.

George, the famous "fighting

baboon"of Crooks Corner.

George had toured with a

circus in his early years

and fought against dogs in wagered

battles. He never lost a fight.

That's better, keep up.

In all this time you get back

with a few skins and useless horns?

What are we gonna do with these?

Well I thought you may need them.

We need ivory! Alright?

This ain't a petshop.

What happened to you?

Get away from here!

Someone new in town George.

Hey hey! What are you doing with them?

None of your business, runt.

Why don't you pick on

someone your own size!

Careful Jock!

Hey wena, haisuga wena!

Hello, Fitzpatrick's the name...

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