Hay for my Ox and other stories [antikvár]

Hay For My OxAn old farmer had two sons, Cross-Patch and Jeff. Cross-Patch was a man. But Jeff was still a boy. Jeff had a little red ox.This little red ox was as dear to him as if he were his son. And SO; in a way he was, because the old farmer had let Jeff bring up the little red ox by hand. The old farmer died. Cross-Patch now had the farm."Cross-Patch" said Jeff, "I need hay for my little red ox.""You will get no hay from me/' said Cross-Patch.Jeff told his little red ox, "We must go and find hay for you."And off he went, to find hay for his little red ox.His little red ox went with him.