34 The Story of Scr aggies 



once I thought I would scratch a place 

 for myself in the sand and then throw 

 the sand with my feet all over my 

 body under my wings. And that was 

 delightful. It was a new sensation, and 

 a good and pleasant one. I felt so fresh 

 and bright afterwards that every day, 

 directly Fessor came into the room after 

 lunch, I was ready for a bath. He 

 nearly always sprinkled the sand over 

 me, and he must have enjoyed it almost 

 as much as I did, for sometimes he 

 stayed with me at the sand pile a full 

 half-hour. 



