"Maybe you'll find out that you're wrong," they told Twinkleheels. "Maybe you'll learn that Bright and Broad are faster than you think they are. We've known Farmer Green to take them and leave us here in the barn—when he was in a hurry to go somewhere, too."
"Ha! ha!" Twinkleheels laughed. "You're joking. You're trying to fool me."
"Oh, no!" the bays cried. "Ask Bright and Broad themselves."
So Twinkleheels spoke to Bright and Broad the very next day, when he met them in the barnyard. While he told them what the bays had said to him they chewed their cuds and listened with a dreamy look in their great, mild eyes.
Twinkleheels paused and waited for them to speak. But they said nothing. Their jaws moved steadily as they chewed; but they said never a word.
"Can't you answer when you're spoken to?" Twinkleheels cried at last.
"Yes!" they said, speaking as one—for they always did everything together. "Yes! But you haven't asked us a question."
"Is this true—what the bays told me about you?" he snapped.
"We can't deny it," they chanted.