It was a jolly hot day--the kind of day when the sunshine is white and the shadows are dark grey, not black like they are in the evening.
We all thought of different things.

Of course first we dressed up pillows in the skins of beasts and set them about on the grass to look as natural as we could.

And then we got Pincher, and rubbed him all over with powdered slate-pencil, to make him the right colour for Grey Brother.

But he shook it all off, and it had taken an awful time to do.
Then Alice said-- 'Oh, I know!' and she ran off to Father's dressing-room, and came back with the tube of creme d'amande pour la barbe et les mains, and we squeezed it on Pincher and rubbed it in, and then the slate-pencil stuff stuck all right, and he rolled in the dust-bin of his own accord, which made him just the right colour.

He is a very clever dog, but soon after he went off and we did not find him till quite late in the afternoon.
Denny helped with Pincher, and with the wild-beast skins, and when Pincher was finished he said-- 'Please, may I make some paper birds to put in the trees?
I know how.' And of course we said 'Yes', and he only had red ink and newspapers, and quickly he made quite a lot of large paper birds with red tails.