Phildee walked beside her down the path, one fist wrapped in the fur of her flank, short legs windmilling.
They reached the plain, and Riya struck out across it toward the greatest concentration of people, her head proudly raised. She stopped once, and deliberately cropped a mouthful of grass with unconcern, but resumed her pace immediately thereafter.
With the same unconcern, she nudged Phildee into the center of the group of people, and, ignoring them, began teaching her calf to feed.
Eat. (Picture of Phildee/calf on all fours, cropping the plains grass.)
Phildee stared at her in puzzlement. Grass was not food. He sent the data emphatically.
Riya felt the tenuous discontent. She replied with tender understanding. Sometimes the calf was hesitant.
Eat. (Gently, understandingly, but firmly. [Repetition of picture.]) She bent her head and pushed him carefully over, then held his head down with a gentle pressure of her muzzle. Eat.
Phildee squirmed. He slipped out from under her nose and regained his Feet. He looked at the other people, who were staring in puzzlement at Riya and himself.
He felt himself pushed forward again. Eat.