I think the more stories there are written about dumb animals, the better it will be for us.
In telling my story, I think I had better begin at the first and come right on to the end.

I was born in a stable on the outskirts of a small town in Maine called Fairport.

The first thing I remember was lying close to my mother and being very snug and warm.

The next thing I remember was being always hungry.

I had a number of brothers and sisters six in all and my mother never had enough milk for us.