In the evening the Angelus is ringing. The little village girl attends mass. Don José who wears a black hat and coat - is the priest. Sometimes Platero watches in the company of the little girl.

The little daughter of the charcoal dealer was a pretty but dirty little girl, who sat in the doorway singing songs to her little brother. Platero lulled by the sweet music, would sometimes fall asleep in the long grass.

After the October rains there was activity in the fishermen's houses. The men were dressed in a nautical way and wore heavy chains and boots. Granadilla wore a frilled skirt of many colours. She helped with the nets. The great ships of the wine merchants would come to the harbour as the haul of the fishermen was usually oysters, eels and crabs.

One day the poet found Platero stretched out on his bed of straw. He was very ill and Old Warbon the Doctor who had looked after him was as fat as a watermelon. Poor Platero had eaten some poisonous roots and his eyes were sorrowful.

The Poet weeps at the graveside of Platero. 'Sweet Donkey' he is dead, but the Poet imagines him in a meadow of eternal roses up in the heaven of Moguer.

Of course the Angels looked after Platero in heaven. It is nice to think that perhaps the little donkey with his soft ears and large beautiful eyes gave rides to the smaller angels, who in turn tickled his ears.