With Becan holding tight to his horns,the bull trotted up the hill, over a steep mountain, and through a wood of beech trees. In a meadow, many days from home, the bull stopped.
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The bull snorted. “I’ll not end in a soup pot! Get on my back, lad, and we’ll soon be gone from here.”
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“The sisters tattle,” said Becan one day. “The stepmother scolds. I’m fed only scraps and will soon shrink down to nothing.” “Not while I am about,” rumbled the bull. “Look into my left ear and pull out what you find there.”
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