Chum，IguessGoddidarealday’sworkwhenHebuiltyou。
I——I——Letitgoatthat。OnlyIain’tforgettin’。NoryetIain’tli’bletoforget。Comeonhome。I’ma—gittin’thechatters!\"
Hehadbeenstrokingtheoddlyunresponsivedog’sheadashespoke。Now，forthefirsttime，Linkrealizedthatthenightwascool，thathisdrenchedclotheswerelikeiceonhim，andthatthecoldandtheshockreactionweregivinghimasharpcongestivechill。Walkingfasttorestorecirculationtohisnumbedbodyhemadeoffforhisdistantfarmhouse，Chumpatteringalongathisheels。
Therapidwalksethimintoaglow。Butbythetimehehadreachedhomeandhadstrippedoffhiswetclothesandswathedhimselfinaroughblanket，hisrackednervesreassertedthemselves。Hecravedadrink——anumberofdrinks——torestorehiswontedpoise。Lightingthekitchenlamp，hesetthewhiskybottleonthetableandputathicktumbleralongsideit。Chumwaslyingathismaster’sfeet。InfrontofFerriswasapintofgoodcheer。Thelamplightmadethekitchenbrightandcozy。Linkfeltasenseofutterwell—beingpervadehim。
Thiswashome——thiswastherealthing。Threesuccessiveandman—sizedrinksofwhiskypresentlymadeitseemmoreandmoretherealthing。Theymadeallthingsseempossible，andmostthingshighlydesirable。Linkwantedtosing。Andaftertwoadditionaldrinkshegratifiedthistastebyliftinghisvoiceinahiccup—punctuateddittyaddressedtooneJenny，whomthesingerexhortedtowaittillthecloudsrolledby。