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service. Again he whirled from one end of the 

 trough to the other, and to the same accompani- 

 ment of droning music the milk quickly disap- 

 peared. When it was all gone, he seized the side of 

 his wooden trough with his teeth and, growling and 

 complaining, shook and rattled it over the floor. 

 He seemed still to be hungry and I served him 

 again, though where he could manage to stow away 

 so much milk, I could hardly see. Already his 

 chubby body had taken on the shape of a full- 

 blown football. But his appetite proved to be 

 greater than his capacity, for just before he reached 

 the bursting point, with the milk only half gone, 

 he had had enough. 



Presently he toddled across the floor, climbed 

 heavily into my lap, and went to sleep. But he 

 was n't comfortable. In a short time he com- 

 menced to twitch. Evidently he was having a bad 

 dream. Perhaps all was not well inside. Soon he 

 moaned, then suddenly he woke up, looked wildly 

 around, and began to scream. 



Something serious was happening. He kicked 

 and scratched, and I put him on the floor. He sud- 

 denly seemed to have grown larger, and to have 

 taken on the shape of a round toy balloon. It was 

 colic, and he was wild with pain. He bit first one 

 paw, then another, and finding no relief in this 

 expedient, he made a grab for my ankle, just 



