At this the Rat drew himself up with dignity, for he did not like allusions to his size.
'That is my affair, not yours,' he retorted; 'your business is to hand over the buffalo.'
So just for the fun of the thing, and to amuse themselves at the Rat’s expense, the neatherds loosed the buffalo's halter and began to tie it to the little animal's tail.
'No! no!' he called, in a great hurry; 'if the beast pulled, the skin of my tail would come off, and then where should I be?Tie it round my neck, if you please.'
So with much laughter the neatherds tied the halter round the Rat's neck, and he, after a polite leave-taking, set off gaily towards home with his prize; that is to say, he set off with the rope, for no sooner did he come to the end of the tether than he was brought up with a round turn; the buffalo, nose down grazing away, would not budge until it had finished its tuft of grass, and then seeing another in a different direction marched off towards it, while the Rat, to avoid being dragged, had to trot humbly behind, willy-nilly.
He was too proud to confess the truth, of course, and, nodding his head knowingly to the neatherds, said, 'Ta-ta, good people! I am going home this way. It may be a little longer, but it's much shadier.’
And when the neatherds roared with laughter he took no notice, but trotted on, looking as dignified as possible.
After all,' he reasoned to himself, 'when one keeps a buffalo one has to look after its grazing.
