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The Dancing Cow
Awhite-thornsprayortwo—that’sall.SoI’vecometoaskyouradvice."
"H’m—verycurious,"saidtheKing,pushingthecrownononesideandscratchinghishead.
"Verycurious,"saidtheCourtiers,scratchingtheirheads,too.
"Whatdoesitfeellike?"askedtheKing.
"Funny,"saidtheRedCow."Andyet,"shepaused,asifchoosingherwords,"it’sratherapleasantfeeling,too.Asiflaughterwererunningupanddowninsideme."
"Extraordinary,"saidtheKing,andheputhischinonhishandandstaredattheRedCow,ponderingonwhatwasthebestthingtodo.
Suddenlyhesprangtohisfeetandsaid:
"Goodgracious!"
"Whatisit?"criedalltheCourtiers.
"Why,don’tyousee?"saidtheKing,gettingveryexcitedanddroppinghissceptre."WhatanidiotIwasnottohavenoticeditbefore.Andwhatidiotsyouwere!"HeturnedfuriouslyupontheCourtiers."Don’tyouseethatthere’safallenstarcaughtonherhorn?"
"Sothereis!"criedtheCourtiers,astheyallsuddenlynoticedthestarforthefirsttime.Andastheylookeditseemedtothemthatthestargrewbrighter.
"That’swhat’swrong!"saidtheKing."Now,youCourtiershadbetterpullitoffsothatthis—er—ladycanstopdancingandhavesomebreakfast.It’sthestar,madam,thatismakingyoudance,"hesaidtotheRedCow."Now,comealong,you!"
AndhemotionedtotheChiefCourtier,whopresentedhimselfsmartlybeforetheRedCowandbegantotugatthestar.Itwouldnotcomeoff.
