- hoot," she cried, "wait till I've heard your betters.
Let the pig stand forth and the pup and the donkey."
Out came the little squealing pig, but not very far, so that the roly-poly pup might catch him by the tail in case of need; and out came the roly-poly pup, but not very far, so that the little squealing pig might catch him by the tail in case of need; and out came the kicking, kicking donkey, but not very far, so that he might get behind the pup and the pig in case of need.
"Pig, pig," said the old witch owl, "how did you hear this?"
And the little pig began in a squealing little voice to tell her how Mother Sow had sent him to the wood to get some beechnuts for Piggikin, the baby, and how he had heard the boy tell it to the girl, and how he had set off to ask her about it.
"And Piggikin is still hungry for the beechnuts, is he?" asked the old witch owl, looking beyond the little pig into the darkness.
"Yes," said the little pig, in a very little voice.
"And Mother Sow is getting anxious as the night grows darker."
"The night," cried the little squealing pig and the roly-poly pup and the kicking, kicking donkey, drawing nearer together. And they looked fearfully over their shoulders as the shadows of the apple-tree near the barn moved nearer to them.
When the old witch owl brought back her eyes
