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with Buttercup, and they both walked away from the gate, talking of the wonderful things they had just seen, and especially of the bull.
"Don't you think, Butty," said Daisy, "that we could do something for the bull? He must be dreadfully cold without his proper coat. I feel so sorry for him."
"So do I," said Buttercup, "but I don't know what we could do."
"I shall try and find out where he lives," said Daisy, "and then perhaps we could get him away from those people and he could stop here and live
