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 polished wood, filled with beautiful fresh vegetables.

"What do you think of that?" said the bull. "Go home, little cowlet, to your old field. When I go out people bend their knees before me, and give me sweet things to eat, and make beautiful noises in my honour, while you are driven along by a boy with a stick—ah! it's something to be a Sacred Bull of Burma I can tell you!" and he put his head back into his stall and would not speak again.

Daisy turned away and walked sadly home. She felt very angry with the bull and very sorry that she had taken so much