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Foam—A Razor-Backed Hog 
that all he sought was flesh. Calf’s flesh he loved, 
but he would not dream of facing a cow, much 
less a bull. He delighted in robbing birds’ nests, 
because it was so easy: he would work half a day at 
a hole to get at a family of Flying Squirrels. At 
first almost any kind of flesh suited him; and he had 
eaten more than one little baby Bear that chanced 
to stray from its mother. But his favorite food 
was pork. He would go a long way for a porker, 
and when he caught it, he would keep it alive as 
long as possible for the pleasure of hearing it squeal. 
Of course he took only little ones that were un- 
protected, and it was a great surprise to him that 
day when Foam’s mother made such a fight. He 
had always thought that pigs of that size were easy 
game. He took revenge on the little ones, and he 
growled and limped for many a day after the affair. 
It kept him away from Razor-backs and he preyed 
on little Rabbits in their nests, and such things as 
could not defend themselves. But his wounds 
healed, he forgot the lesson of that day, and longed 
for a feast of pork. 
A wonderfully keen nose had the Kogar’s Bear. 
The wind was a wireless laden with stories for him, 
and it needed but a little study to discover some 
special message, then a following up to reap the 
benefit. 
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