Of course Woo had enemies. The cackling laugh of the parrot, Jane, crazed her. The fact that both were tropical creatures did not link them. It was the human peculiarities of each which annoyed the other. The parrot’s words fooled the monkey; Woo’s grasping hands enraged the bird—hands that stole food out of the parrot’s cage and wrenched feathers from her tail. The hate between parrot and monkey was bitter. Woo’s other enemy was…
Lizzie was dressing for work in frantic haste. Her fresh uniform lay upon the bed awaiting the mother-of-pearl links she had removed for its washing. They sparkled on the dressing table and caught Woo’s eye. Lizzie said, “Put those links in my dress, Milly,” but before I could reach them they were in Woo’s mouth. “Oh! Oh! She’s swallowed my links!” screamed Lizzie. “They are in her stomach. I am late now. How can…
Woo was a natural mother. Sisterhood did not appeal to her. Ordinarily she ignored the griffon ladies but, let one of them have a litter of pups, and Woo was all coax—begging to share. Cooing to the side of the box, pleading for just one peep—presently her hand would steal over to touch a pup. The mother dog growled, snapped! When the pups grew and the mother left the box more. Woo, watching her…