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MOO COW TALES.
to live in, quite full of buttercups and daisies, and cow-parsley, which little calves mustn't eat because it makes them ill, and yet he wasn't happy. It was really because all the other cows and calves could not understand him. And this was why: this little calf loved everything that was red, and, of course, you know that cows and bulls generally hate red things.
Now the field next to the cows' field was a cornfield, and among the corn there were a great many scarlet poppies. The little calf thought that he had never seen anything so beautiful as these red flowers, and he always
