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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 
