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field. As I was busy at something else I sent the 

 two littlest boys to hunt for her. Not being versed 

 in the guile of cows and being full of youthful pity 

 they went to the well in the woods to see, if by any 

 chance, she had fallen in. When I got through with 

 my chore I joined the hunt, but I didn't go to look 

 in the well. No, indeed. I headed straight for the 

 oat field. I didn't know how she could get in, but 

 as the oat field was the nearest point where she could 

 get into mischief I knew she would be there. And I 

 was not disappointed. As soon as I reached the field 

 I saw her horns and the red line of her back above 

 the waving heads. A hurried investigation showed 

 that she had entered by the Government drain. The 

 last time the drain had been flooded a lot of grass 

 got caught on the barbed wires that served as a 

 water fence, and not only covered the barbs, but 

 weighed down the wires so that she could step 

 through. Calling the boys to help me, we drove her 

 out and fixed the fence. Now, wouldn't you regard 

 the action of that cow as having a political colouring? 

 She left the others to get into a place where the 

 pasture was better — a customary political move. 

 But I hope the cows do not become too political, for 

 I have noticed that political leaders are so confused 



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