Padre Porko, the gentlemanly Pig and the General's Horse (14) [Padre Porko]
Padre Porko, the gentlemanly Pig and the General's Horse (14)
The General's horse winced with the pain.
The Padre walked up and down like a captain in a battle.
But the nail in the foot of the white horse did not budge.
Padre Porko had an idea.
" Widow Furrynose, what would give you the most pleasure in the world ? "
The lady replied quickly, " To bury that deceitful black cat up at the miller's. "
Everybody sat up and clapped his paw.
" Well, young people, " said the Padre, " think that you are pulling the hearse to the graveyard, and that the miller's black cat is in it. Wouldn't you manage to get that hearse to the graveyard ? Pull like that. "
The floor of the barn seemed alive.
It was ripping, gray-brown carpet of straining small bodies.
The teeth od Uncle Israel were locked in a death grip.
Padre Porko walked back and forth, singing, " Horrible cat, get her buried, haul the hearse, "
And inch by inch, a long, thin, villainous nail came out of the horse's foot.
(14/20)
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