thinks he can doctor animals—just because the animals don't complain. As a matter of fact it takes a much cleverer man to be a really good animal-doctor than it does to be a good people's doctor. My farmer's boy thinks he knows all about horses. I wish you could see him—his face is so fat he looks as though he had no eyes—and he has got as much brain as a potato-bug. He tried to put a mustard-plaster on me last week."
"Where did he put it?" asked the Doctor.
"Oh, he didn't put it anywhere—on me," said the horse. "He only tried to. I kicked him into the duck-pond."
"Well, well!" said the Doctor.
"I'm a pretty quiet creature as a rule," said the horse—"very patient with people—don't make much fuss. But it was bad enough to have that vet giving me the wrong medicine. And when that red-faced booby started to monkey with me, I just couldn't bear it any more."
"Did you hurt the boy much?" asked the Doctor.
