With a whip in one hand and a cold glare peering out from behind his glasses, the shop manager spoke up. “Answer me!” “Yes.” “You’re a dog! Do dogs say ‘yes’? They say ‘woof,’ don’t they! Got it? “...Woof.” “You’ve got good gait. With a pedigree, you’ll fetch a high price. Make sure to produce some good puppies. As he said this, the creature that emerged from the cage...
