Wednesday, July 25, 2018

It was the pig's fault

"The boy bounces tennis balls on pigs," he went on, getting down to the ghastly facts.

Sue was surprised. The words, if she had caught them correctly, seemed to present a side of Ronnie's character of which she had been unaware.

"Does what?"

"I saw him with my own eyes. He bounced a tennis ball on Empress of Blandings. And not once, but repeatedly."

The motherly instinct which all girls feel towards the men they love urged Sue to say something in Ronnie's defence. But, apart from suggesting that the pig had probably started it, she could not think of anything.

(from Summer Lightning, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

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