Thread:Murder the Clown/@comment-38524494-20190307144520

the edition you read was slightly altered, here's an extract from the english edition:

“Come on Killer. Dinnertime,” I called.

He growled at the cabinet underneath the sink.

What’s going on? This dog

never

walks away from a meal, I thought.

“Killer,” Daniel said, “what are you doing under th

ere? Killer?”

I bent down and petted the dog’s back. “Killer, the

re’s nothing in there. The

Grool is gone.”

But Killer kept growling.

“Okay, okay.” I yanked the cabinet door open for th

e dog. “See?”

Killer shoved his head inside.

I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled

him out. He carried something

in his teeth.

“What is that, boy?” Daniel asked.

Killer dropped his find on the floor, then gazed up

at me.

I picked it up. Hmmm. Something hard. Lumpy.

“What is it?” Daniel asked, stepping close.

I breathed a sigh of relief. “No problem. It’s only

a potato.”

I started to hand it to Daniel.

But something sharp pricked my finger.

“Ow!” I cried, startled.

I rolled the potato over in my hand.

It felt warm. I could feel it breathing.

“Daniel, I don’t like the looks of this,” I murmured.

The potato had a mouth full of teeth. 