“Answer this question—Do our people ever hurt your people? No; even though every year some of our children are killed by bad oxen and cows.
“What is your food? It is nothing; but our lives are worth much to us.
“Our Master never sends our people to work as he does the horses and oxen. He sends us food and allows us to play a year and a year the same, because he likes us best.
“You see the horses and oxen are always at work. Some pull wagons, others plow land for rice; and they must work—sick or well.
“Our people never work. Every day at happy time we play; and do you see how fat we are?
“You never see our bones. Look at the old horses and the old oxen. Twenty years’ work and no rest!
“I tell you the Master does not honor the horses and oxen as he does the pigs.
“Friends, that is all I have to say. Have you any questions to ask? Is what I have said not the truth?” [[21]]
The old cow said, “Moo, Moo,” and shook her head sadly. The tired old horses groaned, “Huh, Huh,” and never spoke a word.
The leader said, “My friends, it is best not to worry about things we can not know. We do not seem to understand our Master.