There they found green grass to eat, and good water to drink. At night the farmer's boy and his little sister came to drive them home.
One night the goats wanted to stay in the field.
The little girl ran after them. But she could not drive them out.
So the boy ran after the goats. But they would not go out for him.
"Let me try," said the dog. "I have more legs than a boy. I can run faster."
He ran after the goats. He barked and barked. But the goats would not go out of the field.
Soon a fox came to see what the dog was doing. "Let me try," he said. "I know more than a dog, and I can run fast."
The fox ran after the goats. But he could not drive them out of the field.
"Let me try," said a horse that was looking on. "I am big and strong."
But the goats would not go out for the horse.
"Buzz! buzz!" it said. "I think I can drive them out. Let me try."
"What can you do? You are too little to drive goats," said the boy.
"You are smaller than I am," said the little girl.
"You don't know much," said the fox. "You can't run round the field on four feet," said the horse.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" said the bee. "We will see; we will see;" and away it flew.
The goat looked up. "What is that?" he said; and he ran out of the field.
"If you go out, I will go out," he said; and out he ran.
"So will I. So will I. So will I," said the three white goats; and all ran out of the field.
Then the boy and his sister drove the goats home. "If the bee had not helped us, what could we have done?" they said.
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Every day the cows give us fresh milk. Ned brings the milk to the house.
I have some large tin pans. At night I put the fresh milk in these pans.
In the morning I find yellow cream on the top of the milk.
Then I take off the cream and put it in my churn.
I churn and churn till the cream turns to butter. I take the butter out.
"Stop, stop, pretty brook!" Said Mary one day, To a bright, happy brook That was running away.
"You run on so fast! I wish you would stay; My boat and my flowers You will carry away.
"But I will run after; Mother says that I may; For I would know where You are running away."
So Mary ran on; But I have heard say, That she never could find Where the brook ran away.