Sublime

before he knew what was happening, he was a donkey. Needless to say, that made the cabbage taste much better.

‘There is no holding the young pony from the game,’ said the horse-dealer when the Colonel pointed out that vagabonding over India in holiday time was absurd. ‘If permission be refused to go and come as he chooses, he will make light of the refusal. Then who is to catch him? Colonel Sahib, only once in a thousand years is a horse born so well fitte

Asteroid B 612.

What does a camel love?

galantine