“You‘re rum little creatures， you humans，” remarked Bree. When Shasta had finished his breakfast （which was by far the nicest he had ever eaten）， Bree said， “I think I’ll have a nice roll before we put on that saddle again.” And he proceeded to do so. “That‘s good. That’s very good，” he said， rubbing his back on the turf and waving all four legs in the air. “You ought to have one too， Shasta，” he snorted. “It‘smost refreshing.”
But Shasta burst out laughing and said，“You do look funny when you’re on your back！”
“I look nothing of the sort，” said Bree. But then suddenly he rolled round on his side， raised his head and looked hard at Shasta， blowing a little.
“Does it really look funny？” he asked in an anxious voice. “Yes， it does，” replied Shasta. “But what does it matter？” “You don‘t think， do you，” said Bree， “that it might bea thing talking horses never do.a silly， clownish trick I’ve learned from the dumb ones？ It would be dreadful to find， when I get back to Narnia， that I‘ve picked up a lot of low， bad habits. What do you think， Shasta？ Honestly， now. Don’t spare my feelings. Do you think the real， free horses.the talking kind.roll？”