and he left the path to the wood to make for a barn half a mile off, where the old witch owl lived.
On the way he met a pup whose father had told him to guard the kennel while he himself went in search of a bone. The pup was rolling on the ground in the sunshine.
“O roly-poly pup,” called out the pig, “what do you think I heard this morning?”
“What?” said the roly-poly pup, running away from the kennel.
“A long time ago when pigs had wings
And pups grew in the tree-tops,
In that good time
Donkeys brayed in rhyme
And fiddles danced the barn hops.”
“That’s very strange,” said the pup; “can it be true? We’ll ask the old witch owl about it. I’d like to grow in a tree-top. I’d see farther than my nose, I can tell you.” So