6 STORIES OF EARTH AND SKY 



trample on my ears, when I lay stretched out 

 asleep. Still I did not whimper or complain 

 because he wore girls' clothes and had such puppy 

 ways, but since he has worn those pantikins I can 

 bear no more. He wants to wag my tail. The 

 other day he tied a string to it. He wishes me to 

 run races with him directly after my dinner, and 

 go to sleep under his chair at breakfast when the 

 Earth has so much news to tell me, and perhaps 

 there are tracks of a Weasel or Scent Cat all 

 around the barn. Then twice he has shut me in 

 the woodhouse just as you whistled. 



u My patience ended yesterday. You know the 

 duck leg your father gave me after dinner ? To 

 be sure it was a trifle tough, but otherwise good 

 eating, so I thought that I would bury it awhile 

 to ripen. I had barely laid it down, to look for a 

 place where I could scratch a hole, when I saw 

 Tiger slinking down the orchard wall looking 

 narrow and sly as ever. I growled he stopped. 

 Then Tommy ran up and called, 4 Turn here, thin 

 cat, here's a dood bone fatty Waddles tant eat,' 

 arid he threw my duck leg to Tiger. 



" For a minute I meant to run away, down to 

 the Horse Farm, for they say that a woman lives 

 there who is very good to dogs, but we've been 

 friends so long, and you wear the Magic Spectacles 



