It gave one extra kick at last, that raised it up, and I tell you that sopping wet, heavy, panting, silly donkey of a sheep sat there on our laps like a pet dog; and Dicky got his shoulder under it at the back and heaved constantly to keep it from flumping off into the water again, while the others fetched the shepherd.
When the shepherd came he called us every name you can think of, and then he said-- 'Good thing master didn't come along.

He would ha' called you some tidy names.' He got the sheep out, and took it and the others away.

And the calves too.

He did not seem to care about the other performing animals.
Alice, Oswald and Dick had had almost enough circus for just then, so we sat in the sun and dried ourselves and wrote the programme of the circus.

This was it: PROGRAMME 1.