“Oh!” he cried; “this isn’t music!”
Thomas, the cat, nodded his head.
“Of course not,” he said. “You haven’t tried long enough. He who would play the violin must work.”
“Then I think I’ll look for something else,” Piggywig answered, “because this is quite as hard as weeding my garden.”
And he gave back the bow and fiddle and started down the road.
He walked on and on, until he came to a hut where lived a dog who made cheese. He was kneading and molding the curd into cakes, and Little Pig thought it looked quite easy.
“I think I’d like to go into the cheese business myself,” he said to himself. So he asked the dog if he would teach him.
This the dog was quite willing to do, and a moment later Little Pig was working beside him.
Soon he grew hot and tired and stopped to rest and fan himself.