FIRST MAN. What’s wrong with him?
WOMAN. He was bit by a dog. Nasty place he’s got.
FIRST MAN. Did you have it cauterised? They’re nasty things, dog-bites.
WOMAN. Oh, yes, we had it cauterised, you may be sure.
SECOND MAN [reflectively] Dangerous things, dogs.
FIRST MAN. If they’re not properly looked after, they are. Now I’ve got a little dog....
[At this point the speaker’s voice becomes inaudible owing to the passing of the brontosauri, which gradually move off L.]
WOMAN [becoming audible and apparently interrupting in the middle of an anecdote] Though I tell Johnnie it’s his own fault. He shouldn’t have teased him.
[Enter R. a few thousand savages with flat weapons.]
SECOND MAN. Boys will be boys.