His head was hanging on his breast, and his eyes were full of tears.

His ponies were burned up, he said, and the gander, and the monkeys, and the goats, and his wonderful performing dogs.

He had only his birds left, and he was a ruined man.

He had toiled all his life to get this troupe of trained animals together, and now they were swept from him.

It was cruel and wicked, and he wished he could die.