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"Ate what?" I asked.

"My Ding-Dong."

"You ate a Ding-Dong in the woods?"

"Yeah."

"How come we didn't see you?" I asked.

"I ate it when I was taking my piss."

"Great," Slim muttered.

"I didn't have enough to share with you guys, so "

"Could've saved some for the Hound of the goddamn Baskervilles," Slim
pointed out.

"Didn't know...."

The hound let out a fierce, rattling growl that sounded like it had a
throat full of loose phlegm.

"You got anything, Dwight?" Slim asked.

"Huh-uh."

"Me neither."

"What're we gonna do?" Rusty asked, a whine in his voice. "Man, if he
bites us we're gonna have to get rabies shots. They stick like a
footlong needle right into your stomach and "

Slim eased herself down into a crouch and reached her open hands toward
the dog. Its ears flattened against the sides of its skull. It
snarled and drooled.

"You sure you wanta do that?" I asked her.

Ignoring me, she spoke to the dog in a soft, sing-song voice. "Hi
there, boy. Hi, fella. You're a good boy, aren't you? You looking
for some food? Huh? We'd give you some if we had any, wouldn't we?"
"It's gonna bite your hand off," Rusty warned.

"No, he won't. He's a good doggie. Aren't you a good doggie, boy?
Huh?"

The dog, hunkered down, kept growling and showing its teeth. On the
ground around us, I saw small pieces of broken glass, little stones,