"You may not be; I am. I cannot tell when the Scorpion may choose to sting me to death--perhaps before I have turned this furrow." The Bull flung his bulk into the yoke, and the plough tore through the wet ground behind him, and the countryman goaded him till his flanks were red. "Do you like this?" Leo called down the dripping furrows. "No," said the Bull over his shoulder as he lifted his hind legs from the clinging mud and cleared his nostrils. Leo left him scornfully and passed to another country, where he found his brother the Ram in the centre of a crowd of country people who were hanging wreaths round his neck and feeding him on freshly plucked green corn. "This is terrible," said Leo. "Break up that crowd and come away, my brother. Their hands are spoiling your fleece." "I cannot," said the Ram. "The Archer told me that on some day of which I had no knowledge, he would send a dart through me, and that I should die in very great pain." "What has that to do with this?" said Leo, but he did not speak as confidently as before. "Everything in the world," said the Ram. "These people never saw a perfect sheep before. They think that I am a stray, and they will carry me from place to place as a model to all their flocks." "But they are greasy shepherds, we are not intended to amuse them," said Leo. "You may not be; I am," said the Ram. "I cannot tell when the Archer may choose to send his arrow at me--perhaps before the people a mile down the road have seen me." The Ram lowered his head that a yokel newly arrived might throw a wreath of wild garlic-leaves over it, and waited patiently while the farmers tugged his fleece. "Do you like this?" cried Leo over the shoulders of the crowd. "No," said the Ram, as the dust of the trampling feet made him sneeze, and he snuffed at the fodder piled before him. Leo turned back, intending to retrace his steps to the Houses, but as he was passing down a street he saw two small children, very dusty, rolling outside a cottage door, and playing with a cat. They were the Twins. "What are you doing here?" said Leo, indignant. "Playing," said the Twins calmly. "Cannot you play on the banks of the Milky Way?" said Leo. "We did," said they, "till the Fishes swam down and told us that some day they would come for us and not hurt us at all and carry us away. So now we are playing at being babies down here. The people like it." "Do you like it?" said Leo. "No," said the Twins, "but there are no cats in the Milky Way," and they pulled the cat's tail thoughtfully. A woman came out of the doorway and stood behind them, and Leo saw in her face a look that he had sometimes seen in the Girl's. "She thinks that we are foundlings," said the Twins, and they trotted indoors to the evening meal.