"Goodbye, old Mr. Porcupine," said Buddy Jim, "and good luck to you." And he picked up his basket of Fir tips and whistled to Old Dog Sandy, who was still growling.
"Old Dog Sandy and I ran on to Old Prickly Porcupine down in the Fir thicket today," said Buddy Jim to Old Bob the gardener, that night. "And Old Dog Sandy wanted to bite him."
"He would have been a sorry old dog if he had," said Old Bob the gardener.
But Old Dog Sandy just opened one eye, and tapped the ground with his tail.
He was thinking that some day when there was nobody looking, he was going back to that Fir thicket alone! And he was going to show that old Pin-cushiony Person!
They were very pretty little Neighbors