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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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And
so
I
stepped
into
the
darkened
stable.
I
could
not
see
the
outlines
of
the
horse
or
the
cow,
but
knowing
the
place
so
well
I
could
easily
get
about.
I
heard
the
horse
step
aside
with
a
soft
expectant
whinny.
I
smelled
the
smell
of
milk,
the
musty,
sharp
odour
of
dry
hay,
the
pungent
smell
of
manure,
not
unpleasant.
And
the
stable
was
warm
after
the
cool
of
the
fields
with
a
sort
of
animal
warmth
that
struck
into
me
soothingly.
I
spoke
in
a
low
voice
and
laid
my
hand
on
the
horse's
flank.
The
flesh
quivered
and
shrunk
away
from
my
touch--coming
back
confidently,
warmly.
I
ran
my
hand
along
his
back
and
up
his
hairy
neck.
I
felt
his
sensitive
nose
in
my
hand.
"You
shall
have
your
oats,"
I
said,
and
I
gave
him
to
eat.
Then
I
spoke
as
gently
to
the
cow,
and
she
stood
aside
to
be
milked.
And
afterward
I
came
out
into
the
clear
bright
night,
and
the
air
was
sweet
and
cool,
and
my
dog
came
bounding
to
meet
me.--So
I
carried
the
milk
into
the
house,
and
Harriet
said
in
her
heartiest
tone:
"You
are
late,
David.
But
sit
up,
I
have
kept
the
biscuits
warm."
And
that
night
my
sleep
was
sound.
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