“‘Get up!’ I called to the others, ‘he is ready for another cow-fight. Down with your horns, my friends!’
“‘No, no!’ said the old horse, ‘I will never talk about it again,’ and he never did. But oh dear, my dear, I wish you could have seen us chasing that horse all round the field? It was so funny! And our Sussex Brown began to chuckle and laugh so loudly that she did not answer me when I said ‘Good-night,’ and went out of her house. I could hear her still laughing to herself as I went into the farm.”
PANSY’S FORTUNE.
“I’m not going to stay in this field any longer,” said Pansy the spotted cow to old Mrs. Spot, her aunt. “Nothing ever happens here—it’s so dull. I shall go out into the world.”
“Don’t talk stuff and nonsense!” said Mrs. Spot. “Whoever heard of a cow being dull? It’s not a cow’s business to be anything else? Come now, you’re behaving as if you were a young calf. There’s a nice patch of buttercups over there. Go and eat them and you’ll feel better. It’s only the weather that’s making you feel like this.”
Well, Pansy walked away and ate the buttercups but she didn’t feel better. “I knew I shouldn’t,” she said to herself. “I shall go and seek my fortune.”
Now it happened that Jim, the stable boy, had left the gate of the field open, and Pansy slipped through without anyone seeing her.
“I can’t go alone,” she said; “I must find some other cow to go with me.”