Padre Porko, the gentlemanly Pig and the General's Horse (3)

Padre Porko, the gentlemanly Pig and the General's Horse (3)



It was a misty-moisty evening.

The drops of rain fell from the tips of the leaves with a 'plop' into the puddles underneath.

The wind blew the branches of the umbrella pine against the windows of the Padre's house.

It was the sort of weather when no person or animal was willingly out-of-doors.

The honest creatures of the air, the forest and the earth had long been asleep.

The Widow Hedge-Hog had washed the supper dishes swept the hearth with her tail warmed the Padre's flannel pajamas, and gone home to her family under the apple tree.

Before his fire the Padre dozed.

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