Birds, Beasts and Relatives (Corfu Trilogy #2)

by Gerald Durrell

The bear, I decided, had got to become mine. The dogs and my other animals would soon get used to it and together we could go waltzing over the hillsides.

I stood enchanted by the sight. The yellow, flickering light of the candles showed the shadows of Kralefsky’s little humpbacked figure and the shaggy form of the bear on the wall as they pirouetted round and round, and squatting on its pedestal in the box, the Head watched them, grinning and chuckling to itself.

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half-mile-long beach that lay under the flanks of Pandokrator.

barrels. As the wine fermented in their brown bellies, the barrels gurgled and squeaked and growled at each other like an angry mob.