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 At last she saw a little wooden hut on wheels.

"That must be his house," she said, and hurried up to it. When she got near it she mooed gently, and the Sacred Bull put his head out of a hole at one side of his house and answered her.

Now although the Bull was a Burmese bull there is only one language for bulls and cows in all countries, and he understood at once what Daisy had said to him.

"What is this field you speak of?" he said.

"Why!" said Daisy, "it's just a field. Don't you know what a field is? This is a field