`` To show that he is not going any nearer to the smoke on the other side . Two Tails is a great coward . Then we tug the big gun all together -- Heya -- Hullah ! Heeyah ! Hullah ! We do not climb like cats nor run like calves . We go across the level plain , twenty yoke of us , till we are unyoked again , and we graze while the big guns talk across the plain to some town with mud walls , and pieces of the wall fall out , and the dust goes up as though many cattle were coming home . '' `` Oh ! And you choose that time for grazing ? '' said the young mule . `` That time or any other . Eating is always good . We eat till we are yoked up again and tug the gun back to where Two Tails is waiting for it . Sometimes there are big guns in the city that speak back , and some of us are killed , and then there is all the more grazing for those that are left . This is Fate . None the less , Two Tails is a great coward . That is the proper way to fight . We are brothers from Hapur . Our father was a sacred bull of Shiva . We have spoken . ''
`` Well , I 've certainly learned something tonight , '' XXXXX the troop-horse .
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