Ought to be told to come and take him in." When other creatures have gone to stall and bin, "Whoever it is that leaves him out so late, He shudders his coat as if to throw off flies. Where is his mother? He can't be out alone."Īnd now he comes again with a clatter of stoneĪnd mounts the wall again with whited eyesĪnd all his tail that isn't hair up straight. It's only weather.' He'd think she didn't know. I doubt if even his mother could tell him, 'Sakes, "I think the little fellow's afraid of the snow. Like a shadow against the curtain of falling flakes. We heard the miniature thunder where he fledĪnd we saw him or thought we saw him dim and gray, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say "Whose colt?"Ī little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall, Once, when the snow of the year was beginning to fall,
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