The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting

And for three days and three nights the monkeys kept coming from the jungles and the valleys and the hills to the little house of grass, where the Doctor sat all day and all night, vaccinating and vaccinating.

This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald

When he came to himself he knew that several hours had passed. He pitched onto the bed and rolled over on his face with a deadly fear that he was going mad. He wanted people, people, some one sane and stupid and good.

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

‘But think, Cam, it’s only an old pig,’ said Mrs Ramsay, ‘a nice black pig like the pigs at the farm.’ But Cam thought it was a horrid thing, branching at her all over the room.