cried Eileen, breathlessly. “She’s that wild, she’ll be running away with herself on her two front legs, alone.”
Dennis reached down, and took both of Larry’s hands and pulled and pulled until he got him out.
Larry was covered with mud from the bog-hole, and Eileen and Dennis were wet and muddy from falling into the puddle.
But they had the pig!
“Sure, she is a beautiful little pig, and we’ll call her Deirdre, because we found her in the bog just in the same way as Conchubar himself,” said Larry.
“Indeed, Deirdre was too beautiful
altogether to be naming a pig after her,” Eileen said.
“Isn’t she a beautiful little pig, then?” Larry answered.
“Well, maybe we might be calling her ‘Diddy,’ for short, and no offence to herself at all,” Eileen agreed.