The Blind Horse and the Duckling became very fond of each other and had a fine time. The Horse told stories of his Colthood, and of the things he had seen in his travels before he became blind. And the Duckling told him what the other farmyard people were doing, and about the soft, fleecy clouds that drifted across the blue sky. When the mother Duck came to look for him, the little fellow was much surprised. "Didn't you go to the brook?" he asked.
"Yes," said his mother, with a smile. "We have been there all the morning. Don't you see how high the sun is?"
"Why-ee!" said the Duckling. "I didn't think I had been here long at all. We've been having the nicest time. And I'm coming again, am I not?" He asked this question of the Blind Horse.
"I wish you would come often," answered the Blind Horse. "You have given me a very pleasant morning. Good-bye!"
The mother Duck and her son waddled off together. "How is your leg?" said she.
"I forgot all about it until I began to walk," answered the Duckling. "Isn't that queer?"
"Not at all," said his mother. "It was because you were making somebody else happy. 'When you don't know what to do, help somebody.'"
