THE Guinea Pigs’ REST.
Chapter II
The Guinea Pigs’ Rest
In front of the inn, leaning comfortably back in his chair, with his feet up against the door post, sat a fat, black and white guinea pig. When Nibbles went up to ask him if he could have some dinner, he saw that Mr. Guinea Pig was fast asleep, and snoring loudly.
“It is a pity to wake him,” thought Nibbles, “but I am awfully hungry; and besides, his mouth is so wide open that he might easily swallow a wasp.”
Nibbles coughed, and then he whistled, but the Guinea Pig never stirred. Finally, in desperation, Nibbles got a straw, and began to tickle his nose.
First Mr. Guinea Pig twitched his nose, then he opened one eye; at last he gave such a tremendous sneeze that he nearly fell out of his chair, and with a snort he woke up.
“Hullo!” said he angrily. “What do you want? This is the third time this morning that I have been waked up, and I’m sleepy and want my nap.”
