They all began eating Neighbor Newman's corn.
Just then Mrs. Hill looked over that way and saw the cows in the cornfield.
Farmer Hill had gone to town that day, so he could not get the cows out of the corn. The hired man was down in the field by the woods, so he could not get the cows out of the corn.
"Who will get the cows out of the corn?" thought Mrs. Hill.
Going to the back door, she spied Rover taking his afternoon nap. "Rover, Rover," she called, "the cows are in the corn." But Rover only opened one eye a very little bit and wagged his tail, a very weeny mite, and went on with his nap.
Again she called, very loudly, "Rover, Rover, get the cows out of the corn, quick! quick!"
Rover understood this time and jumped to his feet. "Look, there they are," said Mrs. Hill, pointing to the cornfield.
When Rover saw what had happened, he ran just like a flash across the pasture lot, jumped over the stone wall and began to bark at the Big Red Cow.
"Bow-wow, bow-wow," barked Rover, which meant, "Go back into your pasture."
But the Big Red Cow only switched her tail and went on eating corn.