[T]he VVhame or Burrel-fly, vvhich is vexatious to Horſes in Summer, not by ſtinging them, but only by their bombylious Noiſe, or tickling them in laying their Nits, or Eggs on the Hair; […]

O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.

He rushes in every day, greeting the staff and other children, and is busy with a variety of activities until morning tea time. He helps pack up the tables that are needed for morning tea and wipes them over before going to wash his hands. Morning tea comes on a trolley and Almeido happily places platters of fresh and dried fruit and individual bowls on each table.

I draw, sure that he can hear the sound of the arrow as it touches each fiber of my Whisker Biscuit rest.