The fox had never been hurt in his life, and he felt no fear of
anything. He trotted up to the dog with his inquisitive nose in the air,
and before any one could speak or move, the dog had seized him and was
shaking the life out of him.
I never shall forget how we ran from the sight of it, when the dog was
beaten away. But when we stole back after a while, Juno was with Flash,
and was licking his face and trying her best to help him. Even the
Colonel could not bear to see her, but went away and shut himself up.
As for poor Flash, his day was done, and the merry little heart was still.
And a few hours later there was another grave at the foot of the garden.
We tried very hard after that to make Juno forget her loss, but she would
not forget. She missed the child that she had loved so tenderly, and broke
away from our caresses to go mewing from room to room, or to sit by the
fountain, filling the air with disconsolate wails. She would not touch the
food we offered her, though we saved her the most tempting morsels.
Of course this could not go on long. One night, a week after the death of
Flash, Juno stretched herself out on the rug and died as quietly as
though she had fallen to sleep; and we all cried as though our hearts
would break.
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