"I won't let you fall," replied Puss, with a grin.
"Let go!" squeaked the pig. "I tell you I'm getting dizzy!"
"Well, why didn't you say 'let go' at first," laughed Puss. "You said, 'hold on.'"
By this time the poor pig was so out of breath that he rolled over on his side and lay quite still until a small boy said:
"Your tail is all twisted from dancing around and around."
"Nonsense!" replied the pig, sitting up. "Pigs' tails are always twisted. Dancing makes your head go around, but it doesn't curl your tail."
Then all of a sudden Tom commenced to play again.
"Oh, please don't!" cried the breathless pig. "I don't want to dance any more."
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill
That those who heard him could never stand still;
Whenever they heard him they began to dance—
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
And, goodness me! it was such wonderful music that even Puss couldn't keep still, but must needs dance with a little girl in a blue dress until Tom was out of breath and too tired to play any longer.