e best way to get rid of them was to tell them the story of Sykes's dog. Have you ever heard about Sykes's yellow dog?
said Sykes's yellow dog?
said I to the spokesman of the delegation.
He said he hadn't. Well, I must tell you about him, said I.
Sykes had a yellow dog heSykes had a yellow dog he set great store by, but there were a lot of small boys around the village, and that's always a bad thing for dogs, you know.
These boys didn't share Sykes's views, and they were not disposed to let the dog have a fair show.
Even Sykes had to admitSykes had to admit that the dog was getting unpopular; in fact, it was soon seen that a prejudice was growing up against that dog that threatenn a piece of meat, dropped the meat in the road in front of Sykes's door, and then perched themselves on a fence a good distart came from that dog that sounded like a clap of thunder.
Sykes came bouncing out of the house, and yelled, What's up Anyta snicker from the small boys roosting on the fence; but as Sykes looked up he saw the whole air filled with pieces of yellow