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Poor Twinkleheels felt most unhappy. "Haven't I said I'd like to walk on
the tread mill?" Twinkleheels cried. "But Farmer Green would never allow
me to."
"We don't care to argue with you," said the bay who stood beside
Ebenezer. "You are altogether too small for us to bother with any
longer."
"If I'm so small, then I shouldn't think what few oats I eat would annoy
you," said Twinkleheels.
"Oh, your appetite's big enough!" cried the other bay. "You're always
eating something. Yesterday we saw Johnnie Green ride you up to the
kitchen window where Mrs. Green was peeling potatoes. And she gave you a
potato. And you ate it."
"People are always feeding you," echoed the bay's bay mate.
"How can I help that?" Twinkleheels asked them.
"You could decline with thanks," they explained.
Twinkleheels shook his head.
"It wouldn't be polite," he said. "Besides, I like potatoes and apples
and carrots even more than oats and hay."
Just then Farmer Green came into the barn and backed the bays out of
their stalls. They both sighed.
"We're in for it now," they told Ebenezer.
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