The two horses snorted in friendly fashion, and the csikós was the first to hail his friend.
"Good day, comrade! You are up early. But maybe you have not slept at all?"
"Thanks. That's true. There was someone to send me asleep and to wake me up!"
"And where are you from now?"
"Only from the Mata puszta. I was at the vet's."
"At the vet's? Better kill your horse at once."
"Why?"
"Than let the doctor and his old nag overtake it. He went by in his gig half an hour ago, jogging along towards the Mata herd."
"Well, well, comrade! The shepherd's white donkey has often beaten your little bay mare."
"Hm'm. What a pretty yellow rose you have got in your cap, comrade!"