THE RED COW 



the day seemed to suit them exactly. While old 

 Fenceviewer I. was waiting to have her stall cleaned 

 and her bed made up she humped her back against 

 the shower and chewed her cud, and if she could 

 have had a couple of hands stuck into pockets she 

 would have made a perfect picture of contentment. 

 And all the while I could hear the birds twittering 

 and calling in the rain, and making different music 

 from the kind we hear while the sun is shining. I 

 was really sorry when the work was done and I had 

 to clean my boots and put off my wet things and 

 listen to a lecture on the chances I had taken of 

 catching cold. 



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