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"
It
is
not
necessary
for
me
to
eat
,
"
observed
the
Sawhorse
.
"
Also
examine
my
broad
chest
,
which
enables
me
to
draw
deep
,
full
breaths
,
"
said
Jim
,
proudly
.
"
I
have
no
need
to
breathe
,
"
returned
the
other
.
"
No
;
you
miss
many
pleasures
,
"
remarked
the
cab
-
horse
,
pityingly
.
"
You
do
not
know
the
relief
of
brushing
away
a
fly
that
has
bitten
you
,
nor
the
delight
of
eating
delicious
food
,
nor
the
satisfaction
of
drawing
a
long
breath
of
fresh
,
pure
air
.
You
may
be
an
imitation
of
a
horse
,
but
you
’
re
a
mighty
poor
one
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
cannot
hope
ever
to
be
like
you
,
"
sighed
the
Sawhorse
.
"
But
I
am
glad
to
meet
a
last
a
Real
Horse
.
You
are
certainly
the
most
beautiful
creature
I
ever
beheld
.
"
This
praise
won
Jim
completely
.
To
be
called
beautiful
was
a
novelty
in
his
experience
.
Said
he
:
"
Your
chief
fault
,
my
friend
,
is
in
being
made
of
wood
,
and
that
I
suppose
you
cannot
help
.
Real
horses
,
like
myself
,
are
made
of
flesh
and
blood
and
bones
.
"
"
I
can
see
the
bones
all
right
,
"
replied
the
Sawhorse
,
"
and
they
are
admirable
and
distinct
.
Also
I
can
see
the
flesh
.
But
the
blood
,
I
suppose
is
tucked
away
inside
.
"
"
Exactly
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
What
good
is
it
?
"
asked
the
Sawhorse
.
