And then Spot began to whine, and run in and out among the barrels, until he all but tripped Farmer Green, who was loading the barrels into the wagon.
"Let him whine!" said Grumpy Weasel softly. "His yelping and whining don't scare me. He can't get inside this jug of mine. And I certainly shan't leave it so long as he stays here."
Meanwhile he could hear Farmer Green talking to old Spot, telling him not to be silly.
"From the way you're acting anybody
might think there was a bear around here," he told Spot.
Old dog Spot explained to Farmer Green in no uncertain fashion that it was no bear—but a weasel—that he was looking for. His nose told him that. And there was no mistake about it. But somehow Farmer Green couldn't understand a word he said. So after putting the last barrel on the load Farmer Green climbed up himself and started to drive off.
But old dog Spot wouldn't budge an inch. He hovered about the jug where Grumpy Weasel was hiding and made such a fuss that Farmer Green looked back at him.
"Well! well!" he exclaimed. And he stopped the horse Ebenezer and jumped down and walked back again.
"I declare I'd have forgotten to take this jug if you hadn't reminded me of it,"
he told Spot. And thereupon he picked up the jug and set it in the back of the wagon.