Once she was content with the cleanliness of the stool, she reached up and took hold of the tuskow's harness and began to lead the gentle creature back into the barn.
It was slow going; this one refused to leave the warmth of the milking shed initially, and Honey had to bribe it with a sugar lump she had in her pocket to get it to walk; she always left this one for last, knowing it would usually put up resistance.