A keeper owned two retriever puppies who were given a curious start in
life. Their mother was shut up at home, while her master went to shoot
some rooks. She was the proud mother of five new-born puppies, but her
litter was not complete. A few rooks had been shot, and the keeper was
waiting for others to appear, when up ran the retriever carrying a rook
in her mouth; somehow she had managed to get out, and had followed
to see the sport. She was sent back to her puppies, and directly she
reached home two new puppies were born. They were born, as one might
say, retrieving.
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