She walked down the lane, stopping every now and then to nibble a twig from the hedge.
“Everything tastes much sweeter out here,” she said. “I’m glad I came.”
Presently she saw some more cows in a field, and she mooed to make them look at her.
“Will any of you come and seek your fortunes with me?” she called. None of them spoke, but a large old cow sitting under the hedge said sharply: “Cows don’t have fortunes, so it’s no use seeking them.”
Pansy was walking away when she heard a soft voice say: “I will come with you,” and, looking round, saw a brown cow, with short horns, following her. She was very glad to have someone to go with her; for to tell the truth she was feeling a little frightened and had already begun to want to go back to her own field.
“What is your name?” she asked.
“Reddy,” said the brown cow. “I have lived all my life in that field and I think I should like to see the world.”
“Very well, then, follow me and I will show you many beautiful places,” said Pansy, proudly.
Of course we know that Pansy had never been out of her field before, but Reddy thought she had travelled a great deal and followed her humbly.