Twistytail did not hear
the piggie boy, so no one stopped Flop Ear.
Maybe if mamma had known that he had a bonfire she would not have
liked it, and I want you children--especially you little ones--to
promise Uncle Wiggily that you will never, never make a fire unless
some older person is there to watch you. Fires are very bad, you
know--and burns--Bur-r-r-r! How burns do hurt!
Well, anyhow, Flop Ear had his fire going, and the potatoes were
roasting in the hot leaves, and he had the salt all ready to eat on
them. As he came running back to the blaze, out of the shadows
stepped someone, and a voice said:
"Ah ha! Good evening! I was wondering who had made this good fire
for me."
"I--I did," said Flop Ear, "but I didn't make it for you. I made it
for us."
"Never mind, it will do very well for me," went on the voice. "It
will save me the trouble of kindling one to roast my pork sausage
and chops--I mean you!" exclaimed the voice.
Flop Ear gave a jump, and looked more closely at the figure in the
shadow by the fire.
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