Space Janitor 121-140
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Space Janitor (121-130) tried to fight and get to the pit, but it was of no use. The guard dog was too mighty. Space Janitor couldn’t grip the floor. All he ended up with was paws full of dirt. Space Janitor was taken further and further away from the pit. He did not like to leave his fellow dog, but he was exhausted trying to claw his way back.
The guard dog, now accompanied by another one carried Space Janitor down a new tunnel. They had removed the Spenglactic from his back. Sharp stone scraped and clawed at him. He twisted and turned as it cut at him. Space Janitor yelped, but the guard dogs carrying him pretended not to hear. He felt his body give up, but his mind worked to return power to his limbs.
Space Janitor heard the whine of a door being open. He hit the ground with a splat. It still hurt, and he could feel the electricity of pain shoot up his body.
Space Janitor lay still for a moment. Regained his composure and his breath. He sat up where he was. It appeared to a prison cell. It was burrowed into a small alcove.
Space Janitor wasn’t alone.
Across from him on the other side of the bars, there was another dog. It was young by the looks of things and some weird crossbreed. Its eyes didn’t move, and they were fixed on Space Janitor.
Space Janitor smiled and heaved himself onto an upturned bucket. The dog in the other cell tracked Space Janitor’s movement. Never once did Space Janitor see the eyes blink.
Was this new dog friend or foe?
***
Space Janitor sat looking at the dog opposite.
“Hello,” Space Janitor ventured. There was no response from the other dog aside from a slight nod. Space Janitor smiled back, hoping there would be some form of verbal response.
“Not the best facilities I’ve seen,” Space Janitor said. There was a snort from the other dog. Then the eyes blinked rapidly. The pupils, despite the dim light, refocused.
“Facilities, facilities. Oh, sure, sure. I know what you mean. Not the best facilities. No, no way not now or ever,” said the other dog. Space Janitor didn’t know how lucid his new companion was. There was something off about the dog. Space Janitor wondered if there was a chance he could go back to the trance-like state. He didn’t mention it. This was because while Space Janitor may not be the smartest pup out there, he does know the value in being civil.
“You look like you’ve been here a while,” Space Janitor said. The other dog didn’t immediately respond. It was this delay in the response that made Space Janitor uneasy.
“Here, a while, sure. Sure, sure sure. That’s me, they say, he’s been here a while, and you know what? They’re right. You must be one of them.” said the other dog.
Space Janitor knew that to get more info out of him, he would have to ask him a direct question. That would be the real test to see how together this dog was. He hoped it wouldn’t annoy him too much or cause problems. It seemed like a simple enough question, but at the same time, things never went simple for Space Janitor.
Space Janitor took a moment.
“How long have you been here?”
***
The dog took a while to answer Space Janitor. If felt as if Space Janitor was going to be left in constant suspense. Space Janitor wondered if the poor dog opposite had heard him. Suddenly there was a flicker, and the dog started nodding.
“Me, how long I been, oh you know not long, not that long really, just in and out you know. Same old, same old,” said the dog.
Space Janitor nodded and didn’t respond. He knew that if he wanted to get through to this dog, then he would have to choose his words carefully.
There was no way the poor dog had full control over his faculties. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare him any more than he had to.
Space Janitor would have to tread carefully.
The dog sat there, smiling blankly at Space Janitor. Space Janitor knew there was some way to get him out of the haze and helpful.
Space Janitor had been through quite a bit that morning and wasn’t ready to let himself die like this.
The more he did so, the more Space Janitor realised he liked living. He wanted to do it for a while longer at least.
Space Janitor knew his very existence depended on getting out of this cell. Then getting back the Spenglactic. He could sit and rot in the cell, or he could somehow get this other dog to be an accomplice to whatever it was he had in store.
There was a limited window of opportunity.
There didn’t seem to be any guard nearby. He would have to take a chance and reach out to the other dog.
Space Janitor took a gulp.
“I don’t like it here.” Space Janitor said.
“What you mean by that?”
***
Space Janitor took a moment and collected his thoughts. He would have to tread carefully.
“As in, I don’t like being in this cage,” said Space Janitor.
“Huh, huh, oh yeah, yeah. Bit small in here if you ask me there’s not enough space to run or dig,” said the other dog.
Space Janitor nodded along. The movements of the other dog were manic. Its head would bolt from side to side, two invisible companions sat on his shoulders. At least that’s how it would look to an outside observer.
“You liked to run?” Space Janitor said. Space Janitor didn’t care, but there was something in his belly. Something told him if he went directly to the question he wanted to ask he would close up again.
“Oh boy, did I? I did, so you know. It’s not a secret. It’s no secret at all. In fact, I can’t keep secrets. But the bosses told me I can’t tell secrets,” said the other dog.
“I can only guess what you do better,” said Space Janitor.
“Huh? No, I was going to tell you, but if you want to do it, then I guess you got to. I wouldn’t want you spoiling my game, so I won’t spoil yours,” said the dog.
Space Janitor knew he had messed up. The other dogs face dropped.
“Oh, please go on and tell me,” Space Janitor tried. “I’m not good at guessing,”
“Well it’s your game, and I don’t want to mess it up, or nothing so go ahead, yeah, you do that. I wouldn’t want you spoiling my game or nothing like that, so you go on ahead. Guess, guess and then guess again,”
Space Janitor wasn’t sure how to proceed. Would it be better off if he blurted it out, one way to find out?
“Is it digging?”
***
“Digging?” The dog said to Space Janitor. Space Janitor was hopeful that maybe he had finally got through to him. Credit to Space Janitor where it’s due this didn’t take as long as he was expecting.
You know what?
It’s been a while since I told the story. If I am, to be honest with you, there is a chance that I am skimming over certain particulars of the story.
Look I could tell you a blow by blow account of how Space Janitor subtly coaxed it out of the other dog. I won’t because it would be the death of you. There’s a lot of ground to cover. Either it took a long time, or it didn’t.
Anyway, back to Space Janitor.
“Yes, digging. Is that it? It sounds like your favourite thing.” Space Janitor said.
“Oh boy oh boy do I like digging, I do. I do. Digging is when it alls go quiet, you know? Then I’m all like if I dig a bit more then that would be good,” the other dog said. His face dropped. “They told me not to dig too much. I dig too far, so I listen to them because you know they want what’s best for me and the rest of us strays,”. The dog looked out and past Space Janitor to some invisible spot on the wall.
“Putting you in here, not digging doesn’t seem like what’s best for you. If anything you don’t seem to be doing any digging,” Space Janitor responded.
“No, they mean well and all that. Other dogs told me not to dig anymore, so I listened to them. But can I tell you something? Maybe I shouldn’t. But I want to. Oh, what do I do?
***
“If I were you, I’d tell me,” said Space Janitor. “But then again I’m biased when it comes to hearing stories about digging. If that’s what the story is about,”.
“How did you know? You must be smart wherever you strayed from,” said the other dog.
“Well, I have had a moment or two. Thank you, what is your name?” Space Janitor asked.
“Hmm, no one ever needs me, so no one ever calls me. I remember someone calling me, yeah way back there in the picture show. What was it? What was it, what was it? I know what it is what did they say. Was digging, because digging’s what I do best. I was digging but was digging too much. What was it, the guard said my name. He said it, and I can hear it. Idiot. My name is Idiot,” Idiot looked pleased to remember his own name.
“Your name is Idiot? I don’t think I’ll call you that. I’ll use a different name for you,” said Space Janitor.
“Stupid?” the other dog volunteered. Space Janitor grimaced.
“I’m going to call you digger, it sounds like something you do and like to do,” said Space Janitor.
“Oh boy Digger, yep that’s me. I much prefer that to Stupid Idiot,” said the newly named Digger.
“My name is,” Space Janitor started.
“I don’t care, all I know is I have a name I much prefer,” said Digger.
“Show me then,” said Space Janitor. “Your paws are so big compared to my small tiny ones. Look at those long nails too. I bet you could dig out of here with no effort,”
“You know I could it’s just that, hmmm, it’s just you know. Other dogs said for me not to. You know I can’t.”
***
Space Janitor could feel Digger becoming self-conscious, retreating inside his own head. There was a degree of anxiety associated with digging. What the other strays do to him. Space Janitor felt pity but cast it aside. Digger, for better or worse seemed like a happy enough dog. Since his arrival in the cell, apart from the staring on his first entry, the dog had been cordial.
A guard dog entered, holding two dog bowls. At least they were being fed. Treated with a certain degree of respect. The guard dog pushed it through the letterbox shape in the bars then left. It looked as if it was some meat. Where did they get the beef? It worried him. What happened down here? The extent to which there was some form of dread in Space Janitor’s belly.
Space Janitor regarded the food. There were bright red berries in the middle. The beans, along with the ambiguous meat, looked extra disgusting. Space Janitor looked over to Digger. Digger got stuck in.
“What is this exactly?” Space Janitor asked.
“What is this?” Digger started, “Oh well sure, it’s everything a dog needs. You got your processed edible carbon, and you have the beans to stop all the voices,”
“Voice, what kind of voices Digger?” Space Janitor was more than a little curious.
“What kind, oh you know, the ones that say all the boring stuff like, why are we doing this, somethings not right here. You know, voices,” said Digger.
“It sounds like you’re talking about thoughts Digger,” Space Janitor responded.
“Whatever you want to call them, go ahead. You know what I call thoughts? A distraction. They’re good for nothing. Don’t you wish you get rid of them?”
***
Space Janitor thought for a moment. He never thought about his thoughts. At least to level of depth that Digger did.
“I must admit Digger, I’ve never considered, my thoughts. But then again, this is my first day, so I’m not the most accustomed to them. You must forgive me for not considering,” Space Janitor said.
“Sure, sure take your time thinking about it. That’s part of the problem, you spend your time thinking about thinking about things. That’s why Denabol did the right thing by not asking us. He says we don’t have enough brains to think about thinking. My daddy said he liked thinking, but Denobol didn’t listen. Made him eat the berries and then after a while he didn’t mind so much anymore. Denobol is good to us like that,” Digger had finished his bowl. Was in the process of licking it clean.
“Denabol forced you. That’s not good.” said Space Janitor.
“Huh, oh no, you get it all wrong. Denabol is doing us strays a favour. We only would have wasted our thinking anyway. Me, as you can see, now I know that’s what you’re thinking. I’m not the brightest. I’ve been brought up on the stuff. My whole life,” Digger said. There was a smile on his face.
“And what would happen, if you stopped?” Space Janitor asked.
Digger was eyeing up Space Janitor’s bowl. Space Janitor handed the bowl over to Digger. Hungry, he grabbed it and began nibbling it through the bars.
Digger stopped, looking up to see Space Janitor awaiting a response.
“Well, I guess it distracted me from digging. What with all the voices coming back. Could you imagine voices?
Space Janitor didn’t have to imagine the voices, they were talking away in his ear asking “What are you going to do?”
***
Space Janitor got it into his head that he would have to make some play. There was no way he could stick the remainder of his existence out in this cell. Mind control or manipulation was going on, and Space Janitor would have to solve it. Space Janitor knew without being told this was not part of his job description. Space Janitor could see there was abuse.
Digger was still licking away at Space Janitor’s bowl. Denabol, the top dog, the one in charge. Is this how he keeps control? Space Janitor was hungry. He decided a rumbling stomach was preferable. He would not eat for a variety of reasons. Space Janitor was not sure where the meat came from. He would also need to hold onto whatever brains he possessed.
It didn’t feel right letting Digger eat the food. What were the options? Let him either get more stupid or remain at the current level of stupidity. Digger was the only chance of Space Janitor getting free you see. Digger was a big dog with thick fur. If he wasn’t smiling the whole time with a tongue lolling all over the place, he would be an intimidating figure.
Space Janitor watched him eat until Digger finished.
They had been mainly left alone aside from the guard dog that brought him food. Their cages were closest to the doors. The jail area reached round the corner. Were their other captives? Space Janitor didn’t hear any barking at least so maybe not.
Either way, he pushed the welfare of any other pooches to the back of his mind as he needed to get out himself.
Could he use Digger as a tool?
***
Space Janitor swallowed a lump in his throat. He knew there was a chance if this went severely wrong, he would definitely risk his life. He would have to coax Digger into living up to his new name.
“Say Digger, how about you show me how to dig? I bet you can be really good at it when you want to be,”
“What, no, no, no. No, listen to me,” said Digger then stopped.
“I’m listening,” Space Janitor said. Digger had stood up and begun pacing the cell, his tail wagging behind him.
“You see, they, as in the other dogs, the big dogs, Denobol, told me I can’t dig anymore,” Digger said. “I can’t dig any more,” he continued, “The guards said Idiot don’t dig. Promise us. And I said, don’t put me in a cage. They said OK, so I said OK. I stopped digging, and they didn’t put me in a cage,”
“Well, they broke their promise to you,” Space Janitor.
“No, they didn’t, they made a promise they wouldn’t. Dogs said they would keep it and they did.”
“You’re in a cage,”
“This is a kennel, it’s for my own good. Guards said if they need me for some big dig they’ll get me,” said Digger pacing about quicker.
Space Janitor would have to try a different track.
“You know what? Feels like this whole digging thing is a story you tell to impress people,” Space Janitor started. He didn’t want to be mean to Digger, but he saw no other way.
“Huh, no, no. I dig,”
“All you di is talk about digging. You’re a liar Digger,” Space Janitor said. Digger flinched and paced quicker. “Why am I even calling you Digger? You lie and expect me to believe it. Liar.”
Digger was even more agitated grabbing the bars trying to bend them.
“You wanna see who the liar is?”
***
Space Janitor found himself curling up on his bunk, afraid of what Digger was about to do.
Digger, in particular, seemed to get very agitated. It was only then Space Janitor realised the poor dog might be pushed over the edge.
Would he try and calm him down? No, there was no point in doing so. Space Janitor was desperate. Desperate to get out of the cage. This would help both of them in the long run.
“Oh boy, you’re going to feel so upset when you realise how hard I can dig,” Digger exclaimed. Digger stepped back, taking both paws and digging with ferocity.
Dirt was dug up fired at the ceiling. It went everywhere, and Space Janitor had to cover his eyes. Now they were getting somewhere at least. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be long now for Space Janitor to get out.
The dirt stopped flying, and it all went quiet. There was no sign of Digger reemerging. Was that it, is that all Space Janitor could hope for? His only chance at escape disappearing down a tunnel.
Space Janitor grew frustrated.
There he was still sat in the cell. He had overplayed his hand, and now the dog on the other side of the bars was gone forever.
Space Janitor convinced himself. If he was not going to get out with the help of Digger, then he might have to take matters into his own paws.
Space Janitor got down of the cot onto his knees. The floor was hard and showed no sign of moving.
Space Janitor scraped his paw along the surface, but it made no difference.
He did all he could to move some of the floors, but nothing happened.
Just then, the door opened, and a guard dog appeared to take the bowls away.
“What’s going on in here?”
***
Space Janitor looked up and out to the guard dog. What was there for him to say.
“Stop digging,” the guard dog shouted. Space Janitor held up his paws and stood up.
The guard dog looked at the newly formed hole.
“I tried to stop him,” Space Janitor lied.
“Be quiet,” the guard dog barked back. It was subtle, but Space Janitor was able to pick up the fear in the voice.
Space Janitor watched the guard dog. All it did was look at the hole. There was no movement. Space Janitor was confused by the whole thing.
“Is there something the matter?” Space Janitor enquired.
“Be quiet, I’m, you know,”
“Thinking,” Space Janitor offered.
“I said for you to be quiet. Bad, bad, bad,” said the guard dog. Who they were talking to remained a mystery.
It only occurred to Space Janitor then that the guard dogs were being fed the same berries. Or was it beans, whatever they were. If this dog had been stupified, then it would make much more sense.
Would he be able to manipulate the guard dog in the same way as he had Digger? Was there any possible way for him to get out of this room. What were they doing to Shep? It seemed like a long time ago for him.
“This is a prison guard dog,” said the guard dog. Was it really as bad as that for them? Did they really have no names? How could Denabol allow for such cruelty? How will a dog know if he’s being called if he doesn’t have a name to answer to?
Space Janitor wanted to reach out to the guard dog and tell him it was OK. To find a name for him too. Was this to be the future for these dogs?
***
Space Janitor saw the pain in the dog’s eyes. This was causing great distress. Distress unsuited to such a beast. If the dog was allowed to retain its natural intelligence, then things would be different for the rest of them.
Suddenly there was the sound of rumbling. It was low at first and could not be made out entirely cleary, but it was there.
Space Janitor picked it up, but the guard dog chattering on the radio was oblivious.
As well as the intelligence, these berries appeared to dull the senses too.
Could it be that these dogs have barks worse than their bites? Could they bite?
“There was a dog, but now there is a big hole,” the guard dog said. “Can dogs turn into holes. Maybe it explodeded,” Space Janitor felt an urge to correct but fought it back.
Something was barked back to the dog, but Space Janitor could not make it out clearly.
“You there, did you see what happened, did it explode?”
“Everything happened so fast, really I can’t be entirely sure what happened,” said Space Janitor.
The guard dog regarded him for a bit longer. The grill across the eyes stopped Space Janitor from getting a good read on the guard dog. It was almost as if there was some form of time delay that didn’t fully allow for the guard to respond too quickly.
Speak in less long sentences, the guard dog said.
“Smaller, sentences,”
“Sentence is a big word still so don’t use,”
“Are you having trouble over there?” Space Janitor was worried about the beast.
“Be quiet,”
The rumbling was getting more apparent. Space Janitor wondered if the guard dog had noticed.
“What is that?” the guard dog said.
***
Space Janitor looked at the guard dog and smiled. The rumbling was getting louder and louder. Now the whole jail was shaking.
The guard dog looked down. Underneath his feet, the ground grew more cracks. Hairlines appeared everywhere and grew.
It was clear that the guard dog wasn’t sure what to make of the whole endeavour. Space Janitor tucked his legs in on his bunk and braced for impact.
The entire floor of the cell opened up, and Space Janitor fell through the hole in the ground. The guard dog fell too.
They had not fallen far, but there was a lot of rubble and dust where they were.
A large silhouette appeared in front of Space Janitor, he recoiled.
“Told you I could dig,” it was Digger standing over him triumphantly. His tongue lold about his mouth. Space Janitor was happy to be wrong.
“There you go Digger, you sure showed me. Where are we exactly?” Space Janitor asked.
Digger looked puzzled, turned his head left and right, he sniffed the air.
“Down, I think,” Digger responded. Space Janitor smiled and held out a paw. Digger hoisted him to his feet, and Space Janitor dusted off his jumpsuit. He looked about. He coughed at the dust in the air.
Then he heard groaning. Lots of groaning.
“You’ve caused a cave in Digger. We need to see if anyone is hurt,” said Space Janitor. Space Janitor looked about him and begin to dig in various spots.
Digger laughed at Space Janitor.
“You really don’t know how to dig do you, mister. Oh my, that is not good digging,” said Digger. “Look, you can’t even do it right. Say do you want Digger to help?”
***
Space Janitor stopped what he was doing and then looked round to Digger.
“Some help would be good come to thinks of it,” Space Janitor said.
Digger smiled at Space Janitor.
“Helping is what I do best of all, especially if the help comes in the form of digging,” Digger said. Before taking up a position beside Space Janitor.
Digger shifted rocks and boulders with great ease. There was still a lot of yelping and groaning coming from nearby.
Digger overturned rocks with ease. There was a sense that they would be able to do this quickly. Space Janitor could see that there were legs and tails below the rubble.
Space Janitor did what he could to help.
He found it better if he focused on the efforts of Digger in the right direction. There was an urgency in the air as well as the dust.
Digger helped to free up enough. Space Janitor took over and pulled a dog-free. There was a sense that there was some hope after all.
“You took a pretty bad hit,” Space Janitor said to the small dog in front of him.
“It’s my leg,” said the dog, “I can’t lean on it or nothing,”
Space Janitor looked down and saw that the small dog’s leg was indeed severely twisted.
“Stand to one side please, there are a few more of you trapped in here,” Space Janitor said. “Shield your eyes too,”
Space janitor wondered to himself, how many of these dogs were there? Were they all packed in together so Denobol could get as much use out of them as possible? None of it made sense. What they were digging for, what the point of all this was, it made no sense.
What was going on?
***
Digger was bringing up more of the other dogs. They all had some sort of injury or other. Most of the floor was clear, and there was a sigh of relief given out. Was this all of them.
“Good job Digger,” Space Janitor said, patting him on the back. The hulking beast’s back arched up and down. Even if he did cause this, it was good that he put his all into righting his wrongs.
There were a lot of dogs buried down here with him.
Now that most of them were unearthed there was now the question of what to do with them? How would they get out, Space Janitor wondered to himself.
“I’m hurt,” one of the other dogs said.
“Me too,” said another. The others were small dogs and quite yappy too. There was a sense that they would all start yapping.
“We have to figure how we get out of here,” Space Janitor said addressing the group.
“We could try digging,” Digger announced. Space Janitor flashed a smile at Digger but didn’t respond verbally.
“Yeah, we need to figure out a way to get you back in your cell,” said one of the dogs. It was at this moment Space Janitor realised that not all the dogs were diggers.
“Now let’s not jump to that conclusion. There is a time and a place for that. Now is not the time,” Space Janitor said.
“Think I pretty much have to do it,” said the unmasked guard dog.
“Now you have yourself a choice, OK. You can capture us but remain trapped in here with us. Or you can work with us and get out of here together,” Space Janitor begged.
What choice would the guard dog make?
***
“Now that we’re all on the same page,” Space Janitor said keeping a close eye on the guard dog. It did not object. “We need to figure the best way out of here,”
The other dogs nodded in agreement.
“I know a way,” Digger muttered.
“Thank you, but digging got us into this mess. I’m not sure if it will get us out,” Space Janitor responded.
Digger’s face dropped.
“Now we seem to have fallen quite a way down,” said Space Janitor. “I don’t know if this wall leads to anywhere. Does any of you know where we are?” Space Janitor looked around at them.
Despite the darkness, he could see that they all looked at him blankly. Space Janitor picked up one of the still working lanterns and held it up to get a better look at their faces. They were filthy, their hair had grown way too long and crooked teeth.
Not only were these dogs fed something to block their higher intelligence, but they were physically mistreated too. Is this what it was to be a stray? Even the guard dog looked wretched now that his helmet was off. A wave of pity washed over Space Janitor. How could he help them?
One of the dogs raised a paw.
Underneath it all, there was still the spark of a dogs intuition.
It filled Space Janitor with hope.
“Yes, go ahead,” Space Janitor encouraged.
“Where are we,” said the dog.
Hope was syphoned off.
“We don’t know, and we’re trying to work out where we are. I thought you might have an idea. Seeing as you are the ones who work here,” Space Janitor said.
“You work here, too?” the dog responded. “Aren’t you a boss?”
***
Space Janitor was taken aback by the question. He hadn’t thought about what it meant. Was this an opportunity for him? He could take charge of the situation. Would it be right for him to lie and say that he was indeed the one in charge?
Space Janitor looked around. They were stuck. There was no way for the group of them to be able to get out of this hole. It was up to Space Janitor to work his way out of here.
Space Janitor decided.
It would be better for him to lie to them and get them out alive rather than stick to a hard truth. If there were to be consequences for his actions, then he would rather face them alive than dead. He had a better chance of fighting them off if he were alive.
“Yes, I am the boss. Like a boss, we have to get out of here, and that is an order. Now because I am the boss, that means you have to do what I say no matter what. Guard dog you have to join in too. We all need to get out of here together, alright,”
The guard dog did not respond.
Space Janitor took it as a good sign.
“Now, you might all be used to digging down. But now I have a brand new idea that will help us get out of here,” Space Janitor stated.
The dogs all nodded.
“We are going to dig across and see where that leads us,” Space Janitor said. He still not sure if they could comprehend what he was saying.
Heads slumped forward and brows furrowed.
One of them could be seen forming the words in their head.
“Dig across?”
***
Space Janitor smiled. It seemed like on some level they were accepting what was being said and maybe he could motivate them to work as a team.
“Yes that’s it exactly, we’re going to try digging across and see where that leads us to. Now it might not be easy at first, but this is what we have to do. To be better off than the rest of the other dogs. Make sure not to crowd each other,” Space Janitor wasn’t sure what else he could say.
Space Janitor tried his best to get his bearings to see which way was the best to go. He looked up to try and see could he make out the best way for them to dig. It was no use, he would have to guess it and hope for the best.
Space Janitor picked a random wall and pointed to it.
“OK, Digger, you lead the way,” he said to the most massive dog in the group.
“Oh, boy do I? You know better than anyone I know how to dig. It’s just about my favourite thing to do. You know I’ve never done it across the way before. But if it involves digging, then I guess I’m down for it. Let’s get digging,” Digger said in one breath.
Space Janitor smiled.
Digger took up position and then the other dogs fell into place around him.
They stood to attention and then looked round to Space Janitor.
“Well, you have to say,” said one of the more scruffy looking dogs.
“OK then, dig!” Space Janitor commanded.
Soon they were digging. Digger was way ahead of the rest of them, and they moved forward at quite a rate. Space Janitor shielded his eyes.
“Are we doing alright?” Digger shouted back to Space Janitor.
***
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