“And so do ours,” said the ox and the cow.
The duck, the goose and the hen agreed. But the sheep shook her fat head, while she went on chewing the cud:
“I can’t remember what sort of presentiment I had,” she said. “I am well off as I am.”
“Are you grumbling over there?” asked Trust, who was keeping watch and never slept with more than one eye shut. “Shall I call the master?”
The stag took fright and ran away. But the horse said:
“No, please do nothing of the sort. He has worked hard himself to-day and is no doubt as tired as we are. It would be a sin to wake him.”
Then it grew still in the tent.
But Two-Legs in his own tent was not asleep.
On the contrary, he was wide awake, thinking over things, and his wife could not sleep either, for she was thinking too.
“I am sick of wandering about the country,” he said at last. “We are no longer young, we have a very big family and sometimes the work makes me tired.”