“You see, ma’am, I’se never lived ’mong kind people before. They certainly has treated me fine on this farm.”
“I’m delighted to have met you—delighted!” cried the Muley Cow. “I shall tell all my friends that you’re going to be on your best behavior from this time on.”
“Yes’m!” said Mistah Mule. “So long as they doesn’t ask me to work!”
The Muley Cow smiled. She thought that was just one of Mistah Mule’s jokes.
XV
TOO MANY QUESTIONS
From his favorite perch in the top of a tall elm old Mr. Crow saw Mistah Mule and the Muley Cow talking together. He hurriedly gathered a dozen of his friends, whom he found in the cornfield, and led them in a headlong flight to the pasture. He had promised them good sport, teasing the Muley Cow.
The crew of Crows found the Muley Cow in the shade of a maple tree, chewing her cud.
“A—ahem!” said Mr. Crow to the old dame. “Did you have a pleasant chat with Mistah Mule?”
“Very!” the Muley Cow replied. “I must say that I found Mistah Mule quite gentlemanly, which is something I haven’t found some of my neighbors.”
Her answer almost took Mr. Crow’s breath away.