And when that red-faced booby started to
monkey with me, I just couldn't bear it any
more."

"Did you hurt the boy much?" asked the Doctor.

"Oh, no," said the horse. "I kicked him in
the right place. The vet's looking after him
now. When will my glasses be ready?"

"I'll have them for you next week," said
the Doctor. "Come in again Tuesday--Good
morning!"

Then John Dolittle got a fine, big pair of
green spectacles; and the plow-horse stopped
going blind in one eye and could see as well as
ever.

And soon it became a common sight to see
farm-animals wearing glasses in the country
round Puddleby; and a blind horse was a thing
unknown.

And so it was with all the other animals that
were brought to him. As soon as they found
that he could talk their language, they told him
where the pain was and how they felt, and of
course it was easy for him to cure them.