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MOO COW TALES.
with us. I'm sure he could tell us lovely tales."
"Yes," said Buttercup, "but how will you do it?"
"I don't know," said Daisy, "I must think."
So all the afternoon Daisy thought, and thought, and when the sun sank down and twilight came she got through a hole in the hedge and went down the road, down which the procession had gone that morning. When she had turned the corner of the road she saw before her, in one of the fields, a great white tent, with a great many caravans round it. Daisy was a sensible little calf, and she
