fido

Fido bounded over the fields and chased the frightened partridges; Pensive soared in the air and sported with the light.

He would have swallowed him at one mouthful had not Fido glided from his jaws, leaving one of his ears behind.

Fido crept painfully to his feet, without daring to caress him, for he felt how much he was to blame.

Early in the morning, when dawn was scarcely breaking, the swallow began to twitter, and Fido to pull the blankets.

He gave it its liberty, and ran to the beach for Fido and Pensive, then plunged them both into the blessed fountain.