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she never again adopted any rabbits into her 

 family. 



JERRY 



Jerry was a strong, rough, fierce dog. He was 

 loved only by his master and his master's family, 

 and with them he was never cross. They could 

 tease him and pull his ears and do what they chose 

 to him. He would only wag his stump of a tail, 

 and gaze up in their faces with brown eyes that 

 looked very mildly at them. 



The first few years of Jerry's life were spent on a 

 farm. There he had his own special work to do, 

 and that was herding the cows. 



If Jerry was lying quietly in a room with people 

 talking around him, his master had only to say, " Go 

 get the cows now, Jerry," and Jerry would jump up 

 and trot out in a businesslike way. Down to the 

 pasture he would go. There was one place there 

 where he could take the bars down with his teeth. 

 He would do this and drive the cows up to the 

 milking stable. If one of them were missing, Jerry 

 needed only to be told. Then he would trot away 

 again. He would hunt through the pastures and 



