Next up is James Herriot
As I came to know them better I used to observe the family with wonder. The five girls were all tall, big-limbed, handsome, and already the two chunky young boys gave promise of massive growth. I kept looking from them to their frail little parents -'not a pickin' on either of us', as Mrs. Rudd used to say - and wonder how the miracle had happened.
It puzzled me, too, how Mrs. Rudd, armed only with the milk cheque from Dick's few shaggy cows, had manage to feed them all, never mind bring them to this state of physical perfection. I gained my first clue one day when I had been seeing some calves and I was asked to have a 'bit o' dinner' with them.
Ahah! Don't you want to know how she did it? Don't you want to know more - and enjoy Herriot's hilarious humour?
I encourage you to get a copy of this classic book and read the whole story (or read it again, if it be the case).
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