BRINDLE AND THE PIGEONS.
Brindle is the cow. Tom, the milk-boy, milks her twice every day. He feeds her well both night and morning. I really think Brindle loves him: she seems to do so, any how. One day I saw her put out her great red tongue and lick Tommy on the shoulder and face.
But I must tell you about the pigeons. Tom one day put four pairs in the loft. That was a long while ago. We now have over one hundred. Almost any morning, while Tom is milking, you may see dozens of them on Brindle's back in the barn. At first she used to switch them off with her tail; but now they roost all over her, and she seems to like it. Two on her horns, and ten or a dozen on her back, and sometimes one on her ear, is n't it funny? She killed one one day with a sweep of her heavy tail; but that was before she knew what it all meant. She and they are now good friends.