Pat was going to go up to the old asylum. Going to being the correct phrase. His car decided it didn't care for the grade of the hill and sputtered to a halt, smoking and grinding, before it was halfway up. Waving away the fumes, Pat opened up the hood to see if he could tell what was wrong. It didn't look too bad, probably if he just let it cool off it would be all right. Grumbling, he was going to sit down to wait for a while. Then he heard a high, feminine scream coming from further up the road.
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The dog snarls and tries to bite Arthur, a savage and primal growl issuing from his throat. The detective manages to roll out of the way at the last moment so the dog's jaws only clamp on the cuff of his trousers, rather than his leg. Adon tries to scare the beast off, but the dog refuses to be intimidated. He's obviously fixated on his chosen prey. Daisy charges in with remarkable courage, and tries to kick at the dog, but it wriggles out of the way. Arthur rolls quickly as he can to get out of the range of those jaws, while Agatha screams in dismay. All of them notice that the dog's eyes seem to gleam red in the morning sunlight, and foam begins to dribble from his mouth.
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The dog snarls and tries to bite Arthur, a savage and primal growl issuing from his throat. The detective manages to roll out of the way at the last moment so the dog's jaws only clamp on the cuff of his trousers, rather than his leg. Adon tries to scare the beast off, but the dog refuses to be intimidated. He's obviously fixated on his chosen prey. Daisy charges in with remarkable courage, and tries to kick at the dog, but it wriggles out of the way. Arthur rolls quickly as he can to get out of the range of those jaws, while Agatha screams in dismay. All of them notice that the dog's eyes seem to gleam red in the morning sunlight, and foam begins to dribble from his mouth.