I teased grandmother to give the cow more, because I enjoyed her enjoyment of it.

I wondered, if I ate from a bucket instead of a plate, should I take so much more pleasure in my dinner?
That red cow liked everything.

She liked going to pasture, and she liked coming back, and she stood still to be milked, as if she liked that too.
The chickens were not all alike.

Some of them would not let me catch them, while others stood still till I took them up.

There were two that were particularly tame, a white hen and a speckled one.