MRS BHUSHAN TO THE RESCUE

af Ruskin Bond

'Mr Bhushan left his office at 5 o'clock sharp. It was time for tea and a dish of hot, fresh paneer pakoras. As he walked down the gravel path to his house, a strange sight met his protruding eyes. On the verandah were Mrs Bhushan and the maidservant, a bucket of water between them, and they were giving a bath to-surely it wasn't a donkey?' What compares to the feeling of coming home to a wagging tail, enthusiastic barks and long sloppy licks? Or to the purring of a cat sleeping on your bel... (Læs mere)