“This was it! This was the exciting smell that had urged them on. With wild snorts of happiness they buried their noses in the long grass. They bit and tore great mouthfuls- frantically, as if they were afraid it might not last. Oh, the salty goodness of it! Not bitter at all, but juicy-sweet with rain.”
“When they could eat no more, they pawed shallow wells with their hooves for drinking water. Then they rolled in the wiry grass, letting out great whinnies of happiness. They seemed unable to believe that the island was all their own. Not a human anywhere. Only grass. And sea. And the wind.”
“Jody couldn’t have gone away if he wanted to. It was awful to see the red hide cut, but infinitely more terrible to know it being cut and not see it. ‘I’ll stay right here,’ he said bitterly.”
“But one sad day when Mr Potter came back from a holiday at the seaside he found a big grocer’s shop just across the street. It was a horrible shop with a horrible name. It was called the Hygienic (which only means clean) Emporium (which only mean shop) Company Limited.
“At her new home there is a real white peacock who preens himself on the terrace, as well as everything else, ponies, party frocks, pearl necklaces, that the Count can think of to spoil her with.”