n,
My hens to chase and worry,
And I'll receive them in a way
Shall make them sad and sorry."
Toodles heard this, and crept away,
And in the straw lay quiet;
But Tiny yelled till the cock marched off,
Disgusted with the riot.
_Tiny and Toodles behave worse than ever._
From bad to worse went these naughty pups--
It's almost past believing,
But yet, I assure you, 'tis a fact,
That now they took to thieving.
They soon fell into bad company;
And certain unprincipled poodles,
And idle mongrels, and bob-tailed curs,
Were the consorts of Tiny and Toodles.
They let these bad dogs into the house,
Where a pot of milk was standing;
In quest of which they scampered upstairs,
As far as the first-floor landing.
But Betty, the cook, was scrubbing the stairs,
With a mop and a pail of water;
And Tiny ran off, with his head in the pot,
While the rest yelled out for quarter.
[Illustration]
_How Tiny hunted the Cat, and what he got by it._
Now little Miss Jane had a Persian cat.
Whose fur was soft and silky;
Whose tail was long, and whose eyes were blue,
And whose color was white and milky.
This was a quiet, good-natured cat.
And Master Tiny knew it;
He said, "I'll frighten her out of her wits:
Just watch me, Toodles--I'll do it."
So he ran at Puss, with a yelp and a snap,
As fast as he was able;
Across the paddock, and through the yard,
And over the fence by the stable.
But Puss turned suddenly, scratched his nose,
And set him yelling and weeping;
And Tiny owned, with a rueful face,
That he wished he'd left her sleeping.
[Illustration]
_What happened to Tiny and Toodles._
Punishment follows folks who play tricks,
Although they hope to keep clear of it:
The puppies' bad conduct was told papa,
Who was mightily grieved to hear of it.
For papa was a grave, respectable dog,
Faithful, and full of affection;
And the farmyard was safe from robbers by night,
Under his steady protection.
So he said: "To cure you of pranks like these,
I condemn each little sinner,
To stand and look on for three whole days,
While I eat up his dinner.
"And to show you I mean to mend your ways,
By every means in my power,
You shall
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