Hailstones on the deck melt as quickly as they multiply.
Tall wheatgrass bows in the hail. . .
but Effie neither bows nor gives any opinion whatever.
"Thou shalt be a sharer in all that I have, because thou didst so readily become my companion." (Christiana, Pilgrim's Progress)
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We’ve had some marble sized ones that thunked quite hard off the conservatory roof and shredded a few plants. I was seriously worried about the fish in the pond till I realised they’d probably just swim to the bottom and stay there…
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Wow–I’d say that’s true Brit grit!
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We have had some monster hailstones though, which sends them all rushing for cover, then they look at me “Make it stop then!” Effie definitely has a Siamesey look to her face from that angle-beautiful too of course!
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We’ve only had bitty hail since moving here in 2010. But huge hailstones would probably draw Effie’s ears toward the back of her mortified lovely face in a rapid heartbeat. . . .Mine, too.
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My cats found hail horrifying-they took it as some sort of personal attack!
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Effie seems merely indignant from her indoor vantage; she would probably be a little more so if she happened to be out.
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