"Him fat fella dog.

Him good fella dog kai-kai." Into Bashti's alert old brain flashed an idea that had been long maturing.
"Him good fella dog too much," he announced.

"Better you eat 'm bush fella dog," he advised, pointing at wild-dog.
Agno shook his head.

"Bush fella dog no good kai-kai." "Bush fella dog no good too much," was Bashti's judgment.

"Bush fella dog too much fright.