His mamma suddenly called to
him:
"Flop, will you watch the pie for a minute while I run across the
street and borrow a yeast cake from Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck
lady?"
"Yes, of course I will," said Flop, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Then he
looked all around the kitchen, and on the table where it was cooling
he saw the nice pies his mamma had made, and he thought how good a
piece would be, and then he also saw something else.
Into the kitchen came creeping a bad old egg dog--the same one who
had tried to get the eggs from Curly a few days before.
"Pies!" cried the bad egg dog! "Custard pies! How I love 'em! Yum-
yum!" and with that he made a jump and he was just going to eat the
lovely custard pie Mrs. Twistytail had made when Flop said:
"Here, you let that pie alone, if you please. It isn't yours. It's
my mamma's."
"No matter!" growled the bad egg dog. "I will eat it anyhow, and you
can't stop me!"
And with that he started to throw Flop out of the window, but the
little piggie boy cried:
"Oh, what shall I do? Will no one help me?"
"Yes, of course.
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