THAT bi-ig!" He spread his short arms as wide apart as they would reach, and smiled tremulously.
Mother squeezed Buddy so hard that he grunted.
"Dear little man, of course there is.

WE don't mind, do we?
I-was feeling sorry for the poor cattle." "De're firsty," Buddy stated solemnly, his eyes big.

"De're bawlin' fer a drink of water.

I guess de're AWFUL firsty.

Dere's a big wiver comin' now Crumpy smelt a big wiver." Buddy's mother stared across the arid plain parched into greater barrenness by the heat that had been unremitting for the past week.
Buddy's faith in the big river she could not share.