The Horse, as Comrade and Friend 



ation, loses his balance, and down he goes. 

 The mare licks his prostrate form, but the 

 foal is not enthused, and struggles up in double 

 quick time for further investigations. 



The mare sets herself, and, wandering 

 around, the foal gets right on to the target, 

 but misses recognising it, although he comes 

 away with a streak of milk on his nose. But 

 he has got a sniff of the milk, which quite 

 excites him. He has got good balance now, 

 although still wobbly. He is dead keen on 

 the matter, and searches all sorts of impossible 

 places far removed from the real source of 

 refreshment. He keeps coming round to the 

 forelegs, quite obviously of opinion that, if 

 the source isn't there, it ought to be, or at 

 least in the immediate neighbourhood. In his 

 peregrinations he has twice got on to the target 

 itself, and has again passed it by. The mare 

 is utterly patient, but is convinced that in 

 this matter of search for sustenance she has 

 got a fool of a son. He is getting faint with 

 hunger and wanders about, a little aimlessly, 

 just smelling around in any old place, and 

 entirely by accident, alights right on to the 

 very thing. Oh ! such a suck ! And another, 

 and another ! His table manners are deplor- 

 able, for those sucks can be heard half across 

 the field. 



Then he sets himself square down to the 

 business, all his legs planted out in the firmest 



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