"Right, Barnaby. that's enough", said Mum, "You're far too noisy. It's time for us to go for a walk through the woods to the moor." So they set off into the adjacent wood for a walk. Mum had told Barnaby that he should keep quiet and listen to the sounds of the wood. As they came out onto the moor there was a swish, swish sound. They stood dead in their tracks as they found they were just behind a Dartmoor pony swishing its tail to ward off flies. They crept back into the wood. "It wouldn't be a good idea to startle the pony", advised Mum, "let's head home now."
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