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was a day and a half old, and she made such a weird and wonderful noise that she shied and ran away from herself, and chased herself all round Shell Green. Her Mother was quite ashamed of her. She said "None of the nicest donkies he haw honk like that" Then mother he haw honked like the Potts Point He Haw Honk, and baby was duly impressed. A shrapnel shell bursting overhead interrupted the lesson. Did I tell you that Miss Hadden, the Artist had a donkey at Belouan, she called the White Prophet. Cause why, Cos its white and it lifts up its voice in the wilderness, and What a voice it is As it draws in it whistles, and as it blows out it bellows and roars like a bull. I do hope little Shrapnel wont ever bray like that. Somehow I dont think little Shrapnel will live long. The signs are not propritious and the symptoms are bad. One of the signs is a big howitzer shell which lands on the donkeys playground every now and then, I have diagnosed the symptoms and they portend a nasty sticky end for little Shrapnel. Did I tell you that little Shrapnel's auntie had the same symptoms and they were fatal in the end? And I positively affirm that there were far more expressions of sympathy and sorrow and regret over one donkey that perished than over ninety and nine soldiers who suffered a like fate. Curious, but true. Each night the sun sets a little further north. He fell into the ocean just north of Samothrace when we first came, now he is nearing Inbros each evening. And the nights are getting a bit cooler. But the days are still very warm. The Turks make it even warmer at times (Joke - Ha ! Ha !) Finish.
Best love to all. If Bluegum sends you a letter read it and send it straight to Farmer Whyte.
Love to all again
OL.