The pups are all gathered together excitedly at the newly built lookout. Among them is little Rocky, a mongrel rescued from a life of misery at the pound. His tiny heart is beating so fast, he can scarcely believe the new life he has been given.
Ryder clears his throat. ‘Alright pups, calm down now.’ He looks at his clipboard. ‘Skye, you’re first, you get a plane.’
Skye leaps with excitement. ‘Thanks Ryder’.
He goes on. ‘Chase, you get a police car. Marshall, a fire truck and Zuma, I hope you can swim, you’re getting a hovercraft.’
Ryder’s voice is drowned out by the animated yelping of the happy little pups. Rocky, who has been standing at the back, nervously edges his way forward.
‘Ryder,’ he begins, ‘what about me? What rig do I get?’
Ryder frowns. He looks at the clipboard and scratches his head.
‘Well Rocky….’ his voice descends into an inaudible murmur.
‘I’m sorry Ryder, I didn’t catch that.’
‘I said you get to drive the recycling bin lorry.’
‘What the feck????!!!!!’