Two-Legs Wanders
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Two-Legs began to find it difficult to provide grass for the many animals which he had in the pen.
He and his family had long plucked all that grew nearest the cave. Now they had to go a long way to find any and it was hard work getting it home.
“We shall have to move,” he said to his wife. “We can’t go on dragging the grass up for all the animals. And, as the grass won’t come to us, we must go to the grass. We must go down to the meadow again. You will have to weave us a woollen tent. Then we will get all the skins we can and dig stakes into the ground and hang the skins over them. That’s the best way. And then the animals can go and graze round about the tent.”
“But, when they have eaten the grass in the meadow, what then?” asked Mrs. Two-Legs.
“Then we will pass
