Dog, I say, hey dog, what am I doin' on the oustide of the fence? I belong on the inside. I demand you put me back where I belong... dog!
[picks up Foghorn
All right! All right! I'll put youse back!
[somehow jams Foghorn into the knothole in the fence, tearing off his feathers in the process
Brrr! Someb... I say, somebody close the door. I feel a draft.