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out over the fields and woods, but they always 
came back, especially when wild crows drew near 
them. Instead of going to their kind, they 
seemed to be in fear of them. But on the place 
they were in no fear of anything, least of all of 
Don, the big collie dog. Jim, our hero, was 
Don’s chief tormentor. His favorite sport was 
to wait until Don was fast asleep, and then he 
would pick up a shining, smooth pebble (it wasn’t 
always smooth, either!) in his beak, walk care- 
fully up to the dog’s head, lift the flap of his ear, 
and drop the pebble inside. Don would at once 
wake up with an impatient grunt, shake the 
pebble out, and go lie down somewhere else. As 
soon as he was asleep again, Jim would repeat 
the operation, until finally the poor dog would 
be driven to take refuge in the house. 
Jim had other forms of sport, however. He 
discovered, for instance, that by flying down sud- 
denly, with loud caws, upon the back of one of 
the sheep in the pasture, and fixing his claws in 
the sheep’s wool, he could send the startled anima] 
cavorting over the landscape. In this way Jim 
enjoyed many a free ride, and appeared to take 
