at I lose
my typewriter ribbon I'll tell you about Buddy Pigg being caught by a
boy.

STORY VII

BUDDY PIGG IS CAUGHT

Buddy Pigg was sent to the store by his mother, one fine summer day, to
get a pound of butter, a loaf of bread and three-and-a-half pounds of
granulated sugar, and as that made quite a load to carry Buddy had a
basket to put the things in.

"Now don't drop the loaf of bread in the water," said his mamma, "and
don't let the butter melt and, above all, don't tear a hole in the bag
of sugar, and have it spill out."

"I won't, mother," promised Buddy. "I'll be real careful." So he set out
on his journey to the store, while Brighteyes, his sister, stayed home
to make the beds and mend the stockings.

Well, Buddy got to the store all right, and bought the things for which
his mother had sent him. Then the storekeeper wanted to know how Dr.
Pigg and his family were, and he inquired about Uncle Wiggily's
rheumatism, and Buddy told about the scare the old gentleman rabbit had
had when the big, shaggy yellow dog appeared, and how the old gentleman
rabbit ran, and how Percival bit the bad dog.

"That's very interesting," said the storekeeper, and he gave Buddy a
whole carrot for himself.

Placing his basket of groceries carefully on his arm, Buddy Pigg started
for home. He walked along through the woods, and over the fields,
thinking how nice everything was, and what fun he would have when he got
home, playing ball with Sammie Littletail, and the Bushytail brothers,
when, all at once, what should he hear but a noise in the bushes.

Now Buddy Pigg was always a little afraid when he heard noises,
especially in the woods, where he couldn't see what made them, so he
crouched down under a burdock leaf in case there might be any danger.
And, sure enough, there was.

It wasn't more than a second or, possibly a second and a squeak, before
a great, big, bad boy stepped out from behind a tree. And he had a gun
with him, and he was looking for birds, or rabbits, or squirrels, or,
maybe, guinea pigs to shoot.

That's why I know he was a bad boy, but of course he may have turned out
to be a good boy before he got to be so very old. Well, this boy looked
up, and he looked down, and he looked first to one side, and then to the
other, and then--flopsy-dub, and wiggily-waggily! if he didn't spy poor
Buddy Pigg hiding under the burdock leaf, and trembling as hard as he
could tremble.

"Ah, ha!" cried that b