THANKSGIVING DAY 



she is driven to her place. But the new cow stands 

 mournfully in the pasture. It is quite true that there 

 were pumpkins last night and the night before and 

 many nights before that, but she knows there will be 

 none to-night and she bawls dismally at the thought. 

 Finally some one has to go out into the field and 

 drive her in, and when she gets to her stall she no 

 sooner starts to eat than she looks over at what 

 the other cows are having, and as well as she can 

 with her mouth full, bawls complainingly that she 

 didn't get as much as the rest, or that her pumpkins 

 are not as yellow as the others. There is no satis- 

 fying her because she was born that way. It'll be 

 the same on the 20th of October as on all other 

 days. I wonder how many people in the country 

 will be like her? As for me, I think I'll put a 

 pumpkin just beyond the red cow's reach and culti- 

 vate a cheerful spirit while watching the hopeful 

 way she will go after it. 



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