One day Cujo pursues a rabbit into a bolt-hole-a cave inhabited by some very sick bats. He would-Ĭujo is a two-hundred-pound Saint Bernard, the beloved family pet of the Joe Cambers of Castle Rock, Maine, and the best friend ten-year-old Brett Camber has ever had. But the bats kept biting his tender face with their sharp little rat-teeth.
He leaped at them again and again, and each time he leaped he brought one down, teeth clamped on a leathery, twitching wing. It was dusk, and the sky was dark with wheeling, red-eyed bats. His dreams were confused, lunatic things. He lay on the verge of grass by the porch, his mangled snout on his fore-paws.
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