TWO-LEGS WANDERS
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Two-Legs began to find it difficult to provide grass for the many animals which he had in the pen.
He and his family had long plucked all that grew nearest the cave. Now they had to go a long way to find any and it was hard work getting it home.
“We shall have to move,” he said to his wife. “We can’t go on dragging the grass up for all the animals. And, as the grass won’t come to us, we must go to the grass. We must go down to the meadow again. You will have to weave us a woollen tent. Then we will get all the skins we can and dig stakes into the ground and hang the skins over them. That’s the best way. And then the animals can go and graze round about the tent.”
“But, when they have eaten the grass in the meadow, what then?” asked Mrs. Two-Legs.
“Then we will pass on to the next one,” Two-Legs answered. “We will pack up the tent, load it on the back of the cow and move on.”
“If only the animals don’t run away!” said she.
“Trust must help me to look after them,” replied he. “And the boys. Then all will be well. They know us now and they let us stroke them. You shall see, they will soon be quite tame.”
The next morning, they began to break up the pen.