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The Dancing Cow
HerdandelionfieldandherRedCalfwereallverywell,butshewantedsomethingelseandshecouldn’tthinkwhatitwas.Atlastsherealisedthatshewasmissingherstar.ShehadgrownsousedtodancingandtothehappyfeelingthestarhadgivenherthatshewantedtodoaSailor’sHornpipeandtohavethestaronherhornagain.
Shefretted,shelostherappetite,hertemperwasatrocious.Andshefrequentlyburstintotearsfornoreasonatall.Eventually,shewenttomyMotherandtoldherthewholestoryandaskedheradvice.
"Goodgracious,mydear!"myMothersaidtoher."Youdon’tsupposethatonlyonestareverfelloutofthesky!Billionsfalleverynight,I’mtold.Buttheyfallindifferentplaces,ofcourse.Youcan’texpecttwostarstodropinthesamefieldinonelifetime."
"Then,youthink—ifImovedaboutabit—?"theRedCowbegan,ahappyeagerlookcomingintohereyes.
"Ifitwereme,"saidmyMother,"I’dgoandlookforone."
"Iwill,"saidtheRedCowjoyously,"Iwillindeed."
MaryPoppinspaused.
"Andthat,Isuppose,iswhyshewaswalkingdownCherry-TreeLane,"Janepromptedgently.
"Yes,"whisperedMichael,"shewaslookingforherstar."
MaryPoppinssatupwithalittlestart.Theintentlookhadgonefromhereyesandthestillnessfromherbody.
"Comedownfromthatwindowatonce,sir!"shesaidcrossly."Iamgoingtoturnonthelights."Andshehurriedacrossthelandingtotheelectriclightswitch.
"Michael!"saidJaneinacarefulwhisper."Justhaveonelookandseeifthecow’sstillthere."
HurriedlyMichaelpeeredoutthroughthegatheringdusk
