Beside the table, Nighteyes rolled to his side, and then onto his back. Here?s the dead wolf. Might as well bury him, all he?s fit for is to lie about in a dusty yard and watch chickens he?s not permitted to kill. He paddled his paws vaguely at the air.
Jag vill ha en film. Nu.
Kan de inte göra en film?
Någon som känner Peter Jackson eller Steven Spielberg?