e to run after birds. But we never catch any birds. They flyaway when we come near. I wonder how the birds fly. Pompami I cannot fly. My master has a cow. Her name is Betty. She is a good cow.She gives nice, white milk. I do not care much for milk. I likea bone better. But old Tab, the cat, likes… … and shut that gate. Then John would not go to the pasture. I should like to go all alone. I think it would be fine. I take good care of Betty. When any one conies near her, Isay, Bow-wow w very sharply. 8. E. SPRAOUE.
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