Most folks thought he was too little--one kind lady told him he ought to be playing, not working--but there were people who would let him take a big shears and cut grass around flower beds, and things like that. "To the Policeman who comes to take my dog 'cause I ain't got the two fifty--'cause I tried but could only get one eighty--'cause a man was off his nut and didn't pay me what I earned--That afternoon as Stubby tramped around looking for jobs he saw a good many boys playing with dogs.
They didn't call themselves that, but that was what they were.Stubby was little and everything about him seemed sawed off just a second too soon,--his nose, his fingers, and most of all, his hair. For that Stubby was to get a dollar and a half a week. S'pose they don't learn you nothing like that at school?
Retrouvez My Parakeet was an Anarchist and other short stories et des millions de livres en stock sur Amazon.fr. That there might be nothing whatever on his conscience, he even threw a stone after him. There were even people who thought you oughtn't to have a dog to love and to love you if you weren't one of those rich people who could pay two dollars and a half a year for the luxury.As nobody but Hero paid much attention to him, nobody save Hero noticed how quiet and queer Stubby was for the next three days.
"You just let him stay around, Stubby," she called, and you would have supposed from her tone it was Stubby who was on the other side of the fence, "maybe he'll keep the neighbour's chickens out! He stood for a long time watching a boy giving his dog a bath. He don't believe in the law and order. "Why's he going to be shot? "I don't see how I can shoot you 'cause where would I get the revolver. ""A woman gave him to me," he said to his mother.After a whole day of walking around thinking about it--his eyes burning, his heart pounding--he decided that the thing to do was to warn the policeman by writing a letter. "On his way home from his route Stubby had to pass a police-station. "Who's is he?" "His father looked up. And as time goes on you succeed in acquiring the easy manner of a brigand.He laughed as though that were a joke. Achetez neuf ou d'occasion "He'd kind of be company for me. "Suppose you never heard of a dog tax, did you? "For the first minute it seemed pretty mean--making fun of a fellow that way!When Hero came running up the hill to meet him he slapped him on the back and cried, "Hello, Hero!" ""Yes, sir," said Stubby, doing some quick calculation. ""Why, he's nobody's! "Now Bill O'Brien was on the desk at the police-station and Miss Murphy of the Herald stood in with Bill. "Well, what is an anarchist, anyhow?" A lot of postmodern big titles might be right up your alley. "At first Stubby's father said he had a good mind to lick him. All the fellows whistle. Suppose you come each day, about this time, and take it over there--not mentioning it to anybody. Pooh!--what was that to the government? II : Anarchist short stories = nouvelles anarchistes = novelle anarchiche / préf. "This will be here every day. "Why--why, ain't he yours?" "Kind of seems," he resumed, "if a person would have had enough if they hadn't been beat out of it, maybe--if he done the best he could--"And because that idea had such a strange effect on him he sang out, in off-hand fashion: "Oh, all right, I'll take him away and drown him for you! If Stubby could help it, no one really saw Stubby doing the chasing either; he became skilled in chasing when he did not appear to be chasing; then he would get Hero to barking and turn to his mother with, "Guess you don't see so many chickens round nowadays. "The following letter was pencilled by a shaking hand, late that afternoon. "But Stubby did not get the soda.