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hurt sometimes, but I never did. It only needed a little sense to keep out of the way of such a stupid old noodle as a bull. And he always got killed in the end by our brave toreadors.'
"'Brave toreaders, indeed!' we used to say very angrily, because of course it was very rude of him to come and talk of our relations the bulls like that. Besides, we never really believed him at all. He only made it up to annoy us."
"Oh, no, Brownie!" I said, "there really are bull-fights you know."
"Nonsense," said Brownie "don't try to teach me! I know
