When Beauty found herself alone, she began to feel pity for the poor beast.

God knew how many horses were in the army too, poor beasts!

The poor beast must have been caught in the storm.

Let the poor beasts have an hour more rest too.

She took pity on the poor beast, then called the police.

At least he could put the poor beast out of its misery.

When you care so well for my poor beast, why should I mind?

I knew that there was for the poor beasts no more of terror.

I had need of your horse, but the poor beast is dead.

The wolf didn't wait to have the offer repeated, but set to work, and soon made an end of the poor beast.