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The
King
stood
up
and
shook
his
sceptre
at
her
.
"
Madam
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
came
here
for
my
advice
and
I
have
given
it
to
you
.
Do
you
want
to
go
on
dancing
for
ever
?
Do
you
want
to
go
hungry
for
ever
?
Do
you
want
to
go
sleepless
for
ever
?
"
The
Red
Cow
thought
of
the
lush
sweet
taste
of
dandelions
.
She
thought
of
meadow
grass
and
how
soft
it
was
to
lie
on
.
She
thought
of
her
weary
capering
legs
and
how
nice
it
would
be
to
rest
them
.
And
she
said
to
herself
:
"
Perhaps
,
just
for
once
,
it
would
n't
matter
and
nobody
--
except
the
King
--
need
know
.
"
"
How
high
do
you
suppose
it
is
?
"
she
said
aloud
as
she
danced
.
The
King
looked
up
at
the
Moon
.
"
At
least
a
mile
,
I
should
think
,
"
said
he
.
The
Red
Cow
nodded
.
She
thought
so
,
too
.
For
a
moment
she
considered
,
and
then
she
made
up
her
mind
.
"
I
never
thought
that
I
should
come
to
this
,
your
Majesty
.
Jumping
--
and
over
the
moon
at
that
.
But
--
I
'll
try
it
,
"
she
said
and
curtseyed
gracefully
to
the
throne
.
"
Good
,
"
said
the
King
pleasantly
,
realising
that
he
would
be
in
time
for
the
Barber
,
after
all
.
"
Follow
me
!
"
He
led
the
way
into
the
garden
,
and
the
Red
Cow
and
the
Courtiers
followed
him
.
