Earlythenextmorninghesettowork。Hisscythedancedthroughthegrassmuchmoreeasilythanhehadhoped，andsoonhehadenoughtofillthemanger。Heputitinthecrib，andreturnedwithasecondsupply，whentohishorrorhefoundthecribempty。
Thenheknewthatwithoutthemaiden’sadvicehewouldcertainlyhavebeenlost，andbegantoputitintopractice。Hetookouttherusheswhichhadsomehowgotmixedupwiththehay，andplaitedthemquickly。
’Myson，whatareyoudoing？’askedthehorsewonderingly。
’Oh，nothing！’repliedhe。’Justweavingachinstraptobindyourjawstogether，incaseyoumightwishtoeatanymore！’
Thewhitehorsesigheddeeplywhenitheardthis，andmadeupitsmindtobecontentwithwhatithadeaten。