the small boy opened his mouth and closed it again. It made an interesting little noise, so he did it again. Open. Close. Open. Close.
Don't do that, Cyril, said the aunt. Come and look out of the window. The boy closed his mouth and sat next to the window. He looked out at the green fields and trees.
Why is that man taking those sheep out of that field? he asked suddenly.
Perhaps he's taking them to another field where there is more grass, said the aunt. It was not a very good answer, and the boy knew it.