Meanwhile, Sonny Sahib, playing every morning and evening under the peepul-tree, learned to talk in the tongue of the little brown boys who played there too.
When Sonny Sahib was four he could drive the big black hairy buffaloes home from the village outskirts to be milked.

Abdul walked beside him, but Sonny Sahib did all the shouting and the beating with a bit of stick, which the buffaloes must have privately smiled at when they felt it on their muddy flanks, that is if a buffalo ever smiles, which one cannot help thinking doubtful.

Sonny Sahib liked buffalo milk, and had it every day for his dinner with chupatties, and sometimes, for a treat, a bit of roast kid.

Chupatties are like pancakes with everything that is nice left out of them, and were very popular in Rubbulgurh.

Sonny Sahib thought nothing in the world could be better, except the roast kid.