Do you think the cattle would make paths to the drinking-places? How?
What Happened When the Wild Cattle Went to the River
The sun was just setting.
Sharptooth was getting ready for the night.
She was in the old oak tree.
The baby had gone to sleep.
As she put him down upon his bed she heard the mooing of the wild cattle.
She looked out upon the hills.
The wild cattle were coming down to the river to drink.
She watched the long line winding down the trail.