“I wonder what those black things are that they are digging for,” said Goni.
“Shall we see?” asked Rago, as he picked up his club and threw it toward the wild hogs.
This frightened them and they dashed away, the young pigs following their mother to the underbrush not far away.
When they had gone, Rago and Goni ran to the place where the mother hog had been digging.
“See!” said Rago, “they were digging for truffles. Here is one, Goni, eat it.”
Goni bit into the rough black truffle with her sharp teeth.
It was white inside. “I like it,” said Goni, as she ate the truffle.
“I have never eaten a truffle before.”
“Look, Goni!” cried Rago, “I think there must be a bee’s nest in that hollow stump.”
“I should like some honey,” said Rago.