mous beast, nearly eighteen hands high, and as strong
as any two ordinary horses put together.At the last moment Mollie, the
foolish, pretty white mare who drewducklings, which had lost their mother, filed into the
barn, cheeping 90 feebly and wandering from side to side
to find some place where they would not be trodden on.
Clover made a sort of wall round them with her great
foreleg, and the ducklings nestled clown inside it and
promptly fell asleep.If asked why, he would say that he saw nothing
to laugh at. Nevertheless, without openly admitting it,
he was/ devoted to Boxer; the two of them usually spent
their Sundays together in the small paddock beyond the
orchard, grazing side by side and never speaking.