poal

Updated: July 27, 2025

'Pritty poal! pritty poal! I did not mind so much; but when the ugly brute, with its beady eyes and its black snout, used to yelp, 'Come and kiz me! come and kiz me! I grew to hate it. And in the morning, too, how was one to sleep? I used to open my door and fling a boot at it; but that only served for a time. It began again." "But you speak of it as having been there. What became of it?"

William Black - Macleod of Dare