"Do you mean to say you are going to hurt good, kind Uncle Wiggily, who has just given me a cherry pie?" asked the horse quickly.
"Of course I am!" growled the Wolf. "He gave me no pie! I'm going to nibble the bunny!"
"Well, I just won't let you!" said the horse.
"How are you going to stop me?" asked the Wolf.
"Well, I have big teeth," the horse said. "They are not as sharp as yours, for they do not need to be so that I may crop the grass. But I can bite you with them, just the same."
"Ho! Ho!" sneered the Wolf. "Two can play at that game! I can bite worse than you."
"That's so, he can," whispered Uncle Wiggily to the horse. "Be careful!"
"Well, then I'll kick!" said the horse. "I'll rear up on my front legs and kick you with my hind ones, Mr. Wolf, if you hurt Uncle Wiggily."
"But you have no sharp toe-nails, such as I have!" growled the Wolf. "I'll scratch you with my toe-nails if you kick me."