“Four legs good, two legs BETTER! Four legs good, two legs BETTER! Four legs good,two legs BETTER!”
It went on for five minutes without stopping. And by the time the sheep had quieteddown, the chance to utter any protest had passed, for the pigs had marched back into the farmhouse.
Benjamin felt a nose nuzzling at his shoulder. He looked round. It was Clover. Her old eyes looked dimmer than ever. Without saying anything, she tugged gently at his maneand led him round to the end of the ...