“This is the way it works,” said Mr. Bark. “You louts do whatever I say, and I don’t throw your worthless monkey asses out onto the street.”
“I can. I just did.” Mr. Bark rustled his leaves, a sure sign of growing irritation; he didn’t move if he could help it. He’d never held with this new-fangled locomotion business. “Get moving.”
Fred and Claude trudged outside, shovels over their shoulders.
“This sucks,” said Claude. “I wish I could quit.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Fred. “It’s not like money doesn’t grow on trees.”
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