
The next morning Fernando gathered straw and twine. He went to his field, pulling Toro behind him. Foolish Fernando plucked one hungry bug from one leaf. Toro stood near him, embarrassed; his head hung low. "Well done," declared Fernando that evening. "I know all the secrets now. I looked and talked just like Old Juana, and you, my precious pet, looked just like Dulcita! I'm sure my pumpkins will be the finest at the fiesta!" But Toro charged away to the farthest corner of the field an did not come back, even at midnight.