Bush's Grievance by E.V. Lucas — Read

Without Souls

I am very happy for the most part. I have perfect health and a good appetite, and They are very good to me here: let me worry them at meals, and toss me little bits -- chiefly bread and toast, I admit, but nice bread and nice toast; and though He spends far too much time indoors with books and things, and She doesn't go for walks, and the puppy-girl has a dog of her own, and doesn't want me (nor do I want her), yet I manage pretty well, for there is a boy who often goes to the village, through the rabbit fields, and takes me with him, and there is a big house near by where the servants throw away quite large bones only half-scraped. Either they are extravagant or they don't make that horrid watery stuff, the ruination of good bones, which My People here will begin their dinner with.