THE SACRED BULL.
BUTTERCUP and Daisy stood at the edge of the pond in the cow-field. It was very hot and Daisy was cross—the flies worried her so. She stood with her two fore-feet in the water—her mother had told her not to—but as I said before, Daisy was cross, and when little calves are cross, and the weather is warm and the water is cold, they don't always do as they are told.
Buttercup didn't put her feet in the water. You see Buttercup was not cross.
"Oh, those flies!" said Daisy,
