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«Memoirs of a Yellow Dog» in inglese

Memoirs of a Yellow Dog

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📖 Pagine10
⏰ Tempo di lettura 20 minuti
💡 Pubblicato1905
🌏 Lingua originale Inglese
📌 Tipo Storie
📌 Genere Ironico

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I don't suppose it will knock any of you people off your perch to read a contribution from an animal.
Mr. Kipling and a good many others have demonstrated the fact that animals can express themselves in remunerative English, and no magazine goes to press nowadays without an animal story in it, except the old-style monthlies that are still running pictures of Bryan and the Mont Pélee horror.
But you needn't look for any stuck-up literature in my piece, such as Bearoo, the bear, and Snakoo, the snake, and Tammanoo, the tiger, talk in the jungle books.
A yellow dog that's spent most of his life in a cheap New York flat, sleeping in a corner on an old sateen underskirt (the one she spilled port wine on at the Lady Longshoremen's banquet), mustn't be expected to perform any tricks with the art of speech.
I was born a yellow pup; date, locality, pedigree and weight unknown.
The first thing I can recollect, an old woman had me in a basket at Broadway and Twenty-third trying to sell me to a fat lady.
Old Mother Hubbard was boosting me to beat the band as a genuine Pomeranian-Hambletonian-Red-Irish-Cochin-China-Stoke-Pogis fox terrier.
The fat lady chased a V around among the samples of gros grain flannelette in her shopping bag till she cornered it, and gave up.
From that moment I was a pet — a mamma's own wootsey squidlums.
Say, gentle reader, did you ever have a 200-pound woman breathing a flavour of Camembert cheese and Peau d'Espagne pick you up and wallop her nose all over you, remarking all the time in an Emma Eames tone of voice:
"Oh, oo's um oodlum, doodlum, woodlum, toodlum, bitsy-witsy skoodlums?"
From a pedigreed yellow pup I grew up to be an anonymous yellow cur looking like a cross between an Angora cat and a box of lemons.
But my mistress never tumbled.
She thought that the two primeval pups that Noah chased into the ark were but a collateral branch of my ancestors.
It took two policemen to keep her from entering me at the Madison Square Garden for the Siberian bloodhound prize.
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