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The Dancing Cow
AnditwasnaturalthattheRedCowshouldimaginethatherlifewouldalwaysbethesameasitalwayshadbeen—indeed,shefeltthatshecouldaskfornothingbetterthanforallherdaystobealiketillshecametotheendofthem.
Butattheverymomentshewasthinkingthesethoughts,adventure,assheafterwardstoldmyMother,wasstalkingher.Itcameuponheronenightwhenthestarsthemselveslookedlikedandelionsintheskyandthemoonagreatdaisyamongthestars.
Onthisnight,longaftertheRedCalfwasasleep,theRedCowstoodupsuddenlyandbegantodance.Shedancedwildlyandbeautifullyandinperfecttime,thoughshehadnomusictogoby.Sometimesitwasapolka,sometimesaHighlandFlingandsometimesaspecialdancethatshemadeupoutofherownhead.Andinbetweenthesedancesshewouldcurtseyandmakesweepingbowsandknockherheadagainstthedandelions.
"Dearme!"saidtheRedCowtoherself,asshebeganonaSailor’sHornpipe."Whatanextraordinarything!Ialwaysthoughtdancingimproper,butitcan’tbesinceImyselfamdancing.ForIamamodelcow."
Andshewentondancing,andthoroughlyenjoyingherself.Atlast,however,shegrewtiredanddecidedthatshehaddancedenoughandthatshewouldgotosleep.But,tohergreatsurprise,shefoundthatshecouldnotstopdancing.WhenshewenttoliedownbesidetheRedCalf,herlegswouldnotlether.Theywentoncaperingandprancingand,ofcourse,carryingherwiththem.Roundandroundthefieldshewent,leapingandwaltzingandsteppingontip-toe.
"Dearme!"shemurmuredatintervalswithaladylikeaccent.
