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don't catch me on his back again. Now, there's more sense in a cow
like yours, behind which you can walk in peace and quietness, besides
having your butter, milk, and cheese every morning for certain. What
would I not give for such a cow!"
"Well," said the peasant, "if it would give you so much pleasure, I
will exchange my cow for your horse."
Hans gladly consented, and the peasant flung himself on the horse and
rode quickly off.
Hans drove the cow peacefully along, thinking: "What a lucky fellow
I am! I have just to get a bit of bread (and that isn't a difficult
matter) and then, as often as I like, I can eat my butter and cheese
with it. If I am thirsty, I just milk my cow and drink. What more
could I desire?"
When he came to an inn, he made a stop, and in his great joy ate all
the food he had with him right up, both dinner and supper.
With his two last farthings, he bought himself half a glass of beer.
Then he drove his cow towards his mother's village.
As the morning went on, the more oppressive the heat became, and Hans
found himself in a field some three miles long.
Then he felt so hot that his tongue was parched with thirst. "This
is soon cured," thought Hans.
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