Then it got tired, and stopped with its legs sprawled apart, and bawled after her appealingly.

At first she seemed surprised at its tiring so soon.

But with a resigned air she stopped.
The calf at once lay down and resolutely went to sleep.

Its wild mother, puzzled but patient, stood over it protectingly, licking its silky coat (so much softer than her own little one's had been), and smelling it all over as if unable to get used to the peculiar scent.
When it woke up she led it on again, this time for perhaps a good mile before it began to protest against such incomprehensible activity.

And so, by easy stages and with many stops, she led the little alien on, deep into her secret woods, and brought it, about sunset, to the shore of a tiny secluded lake.
"That same evening the farmer, looking for his strayed cow, came upon the dead body on the slope above the stream.