If
I could catch one of them by himself, I should have a feast."
But one day the oxen had a quarrel.
"The grass is freshest over in the valley," said one of them. "Let
us go there."
"Oh, I don't like the grass there," said another. "It is better on
the side of the hill. Let us spend the day there."
"I do not want to climb the hill," said the third ox. "The grass
right here suits me best."
"I do not like any of the places of which you speak," said the
fourth ox. "Come with me and I will find you the best grass you
ever tasted."
"I am going to the valley," said the first ox. "You three may go
where you please."
"And I shall go to the hill," said the second ox. "I think you are
mean not to go with me."
"And I," said the third ox, "shall stay right here. You may all be
sorry if you leave me. The lion may catch you."
"I am not afraid of the lion," said the fourth ox; "and if none of
you will go with me, I shall go by myself to hunt a better pasture
than any of you can find. I am older than you and I know where the
best grass grows. You had better follow me."
"We will not do it," said the other three oxen. "You are not our
leader if you are older."
So the four oxen separated. One went to the valley.
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