After a while the leader spoke to them in a gentle voice and said to the oldest Pigs: "We think it would be a good and pleasant thing if there were no more quarrels in this pasture.
"Will you tell your people not to break down the fences and spoil the place and eat our food? We will then agree that the oxen and horses shall not hurt your children and all the old troubles shall be forgotten from this day."
Then one young Pig stood up to talk. "All this big pasture belongs to the Master, and not to you," he said. "We cannot go to other places for food.
"The Master sends a servant to feed us, and sometimes he sends us to your yard to eat the corn and potatoes.
"The servants clean our pen every day. When summer comes, they fill the ponds with fresh water for us to bathe in.
"Now, friends, can you not see that this place and this food all belong to the Master? We eat the food and go wherever we like. We take your food only after you have finished. It would spoil on the ground if we did not do this.
"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 our 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 plough land for rice; and they must work—sick or well.