LETTER TO GEORGE.—No. 2.
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Dear George,—When I sat by the door last evening, a great toad hopped up on the door-step. A bug flew along, and he caught it. He looks very ugly; but he will not hurt you.
The dog Prince sits and watches the little new chickens every day. I suppose he wonders what they are. He knows it is wrong to touch them, because I have told him so.
But he thought he would like to just smell of one: so he put his nose close to the little soft bunch, and smelt of it. But the chicken's mother put her head out of the coop, and pecked him so that he cried.
Prince found a bone, and hid it in the ground. But he was afraid the pig would find it: so he dug it up, and carried it behind the wagon, in the wagon-house.
The colt is very cunning; but he is naughty. One day the clothes were hung out on the line to dry. The colt got in the yard, and tore the clothes all in pieces with his teeth. He ought to know better.
W. O. C.
