'Do your duty,' said the Ox.
'Bother,' said the Cat, 'duty again! What is it, Ox?'
'Get your dinner,' said the Ox.
'But it is got for me, Ox; and I have nothing to do but to eat it.'
'Well, eat it, then, like me.'
'So I do; but I am not happy for all that.'
'Then you are a very wicked, ungrateful Cat.'
The Ox munched away. A Bee buzzed into a buttercup under the Cat's nose.
'I beg your pardon,' said the Cat, 'it isn't curiosity—what are you doing?'
'Doing my duty; don't stop me, Cat.'