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eyes upwards, to the dog that was gripping him.
'Gaspode? Is that you?'
'Yeff,' said Gaspode, his mouth full.
There was hardly any weight to the poodle but, then, there was hardly any weight to Gaspode. He'd darted forward and braced his The gutter creaked again.
It's going to go, he thought. Story of my life . . .
Big Fido struggled around.
'What are you holding me up by?'
'Yer collar,' said Gaspode, through his teeth.legs to take the strain, but there was nothing much to brace them against. He slid down inexorably until his front legs were in the gutter, which began to creak.Gaspode had an amazingly clear view of the street, three storeys down.'Oh, hell!' said Gaspode.Jaws gripped his tail.'Let him go,' said Angua indistinctly.Gaspode tried to shake his head.'Stop ftruggling!' he said, out of the corner of his mouth. 'Brave Dog Faves the Day! Valiant Hound in Wooftop Wefcue! No!'