LOKFS OWN ANIMALS 



Arabella, who is ten times the size of Loki, turns him 

 over and over, tramples on him, 

 nibbles and licks him till he is un- 

 speakable. He will leap at her 

 nose, hang on to one 

 of her long flapping 

 ears, race up and 

 down the slopes and 

 round and round the 

 green terraces, till they 

 both collapse, and their 

 tongues hang out of 

 their laughing mouths, 

 seeming to flicker with 

 their panting breath, 

 and become as long 

 as the tongues of 

 dragons on old manu- 

 scripts. 



A matter to be noticed is 

 that they never play in their 

 walks with us across the 

 moors apparently that is 

 against dog etiquette ~ but 

 they will lie in wait for each ,1, 

 other at the garden gate on ' 



the way home, and the fun 



and the pouncing and growling jocosities begin the instant 



they are inside. 



Susan doesn't play with the other animals, though she 



exercises an irresistible fascination upon every dog that 



