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I dedicate this poem to my distant-uncle, Mayor Kobayashi, who took me in when I myself was a stray-dog with nowhere else to turn. Editor Hiroshi, please extend my subscription for an additional year. I enclose a check in the amount of one thousand yen. Signed, Atari Kobayashi, former ward to the mayoral-household.
Isle of Dogs
16.9s
Now, I never met him, but I asked around. I understand he made a lot of friends. He had a very good-natured temperament, I'm told. Of course, you would know best. It's just a bit further up here on the left. Anyway, as I say, he seemed to have been an extremely pleasant animal. Unfortunately, nobody could figure out how to open his dog-cage.
Isle of Dogs
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Small guy. Not much meat on him. Yeah, is he dead? - He looks dead. - I have a question. Are we eating him, or is this a rescue? We don't know yet. Nobody's eating The Little Pilot. Not even the dead body of him. Dogs don't eat masters. You're not our leader. We all are. Let's take a vote. All in favor of not eating The Little Pilot, say "Aye". - Aye. - Nay.
Isle of Dogs
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Dear Editor Hiroshi of the Megasaki Senior High Daily-Manifesto: in a series of first-rate articles by an attractive cub-reporter on your staff, you shine a spot-light on the great injustice that has occurred under the Kobayashi Administration. I have spent much of my time in recent weeks traveling in the company of the very kind of animals our mayor refers to as "bad-dogs." They are the finest living-beings I have ever come to know in all my dozen years on this earth. To your readers, the good people of Megasaki, I say: the cycle of life always hangs in a delicate balance. Who are we, and who do we want to be?
Isle of Dogs