Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Book Preview: #1 I had to go out to help Harold Ingledew with a sick sheep. It was difficult to stay asleep in the windy yard, and when I returned between the sheets while still enjoying many of the benefits of sleep, the system began to crumble. #2 I managed to slip back into my trance, and my mind played lazily with the phenomenon of Harold Ingledew. I was shocked to hear singing coming from the Ingledew's kitchen window, loud raucous singing echoing around the old stones of the yard. #3 I went to see Harold's sheep, but the singing began before I could see them. It was freezing outside, and through the black archway, I could see a Siberian wind blowing. #4 I rushed back to the window. Harold was back in his chair, pulling on a vast boot and taking his time about it. As he bellowed, he poked owlishly at the lace holes and occasionally refreshed himself from the bottle of brown ale

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