One day a plow-horse was brought to him; and the poor thing was terribly glad to find a man who could talk in horse-language.
"You know, Doctor," said the horse, "that vet over the hill knows nothing at all.
He has been treating me six weeks now-for spavins.
What I need is spectacles.
I am going blind in one eye.
There's no reason why horses shouldn't wear glasses, the same as people.
But that stupid man over the hill never even looked at my eyes.
He kept on giving me big pills.
I tried to tell him; but he couldn't understand a word of horse-language.
What I need is spectacles."