The gravel roads were just beginning to thaw on that early spring day, and each step we took splashed mud at my boots. Some early robins and some perennial sparrows were doing aerial acrobatics in celebration of the new season. William's eyes, however, were not following the birds' gyrations; nor were mine. While he was staring thoughtfully at the road, I was watching the attitude of his ears--watching because his ears are often indicative of his thoughts. At the time, as though he were mildly tolerant of the situation, they were in a reassuringly lax position, neither upright nor flat, but rather forming two furred slingshot arms with his bay-brown head.
Manuscripts: Vol. 16
, Article 24.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol16/iss2/24