THE RED COW 



grandeur that I have a grudge against. One day 

 when I was driving to the village with the colt this 

 earth-coloured gobbler seemed to rise out of the road 

 in front of us, with a great spreading of tail, fluffing 

 of feathers and rubbing of wings. His appearance 

 was so startling that the colt shied, and in less than 

 five seconds we were all piled in the ditch. The colt 

 didn't get away and nothing was smashed, but things 

 were pretty lively while the disturbance lasted. If 

 I could only give our war-like bubbly jock the ad- 

 dress of that particular gobbler, and he would go 

 after him, I wouldn't mind his oifensives. 



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