A Way Out
Michel began to stir. He stretched his arms and legs. Duke was still talking, chatting away to… “Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here, you vile pest?”
Michel perked up, got to his feet and raced over to the bars to see Boris standing outside of his and Duke’s cells. On the one hand he was pleased to see Boris, and on the other, well, not. “Boris, you’ve got to get us out of here.”
“Da, I try but not dog. Dog stay here and rot,” Boris said.
“I say, that’s quite charming, that is. You’d never make it in Basset Hound Land, you know!”
“You keep your Basset Hound Land, you killer!”
“You rat!”
“Guys, please, keep your voices down. Don’t wanna alert the guards, yeah? Why’d you come back, Boris?”
“Because rat have honor, and vy you pay for vot killer dog do.”
“I didn’t kill him
