He was so listless and tired Mr. Herriot, I thought he was suffering from malnutrition So I gave him some little extras between meals.
yes! ofcourse!!So Little
Umm...well....not much...but some malt and cod liver oil and a bowl of Horlicks at night for him to sleep.
Well, my dear readers as you are witnessing currently, the only problem with the bloated sausage is simply...an intense desire for food.Basically... GREED! (This isn't the end , I have this feeling of seeing our generous friend very soon)
OH, MR. HERRIOT!! My little tricky is seriously ill, refusing his favorite dishes along with bout vomiting... He's just lying down and panting badly,,, Please save my poor little boy!
Please Mrs. Pumphrey , trust me , I will surely cure him.
Poor old lad you haven't had a kick in you , but I think I know a cure for you...