Ugbuz grunted as he swung the pack off his shoulder. “‘Ere’s tha’ last of ‘em.”
“Toss ‘em out on the field, ya maggot, and plow ‘em in.” Shaprat snarled and spat. “Ya ain’t done till yer done, or I’m telling tha’ boss why his field ain’t grow’n.”
“Go on - tell ‘em ... if ya want.” Ugbuz chuckled. He wriggled his boot and nudged the bag.
It whimpered.
Shaprat sucked in a sharp breath. “It ain’t dead.”
“Farmers are a tough lot. Why do ya’ think they make such good fertilizer?” Ugbuz grinned and winked at Shaprat. “Wanna have some fun first?”


