ABSTRACT
In a farmer's room around a white linden table there once sat a few good neighbors, and they were speaking about farming matters, One was complaining that his horses weren't worth a rap. "I don't even know," he said, "what the deuce got into them, if the servant overworked them, or if they're overfed, or what's wrong with them! But what can you do—you can't follow in your hired hand's footsteps all the time to see how he treats the animals."
