Robert Robin did not like to have the farmer’s cat anywhere around, and he kept saying “Tut! Tut! Tut!” but Mrs. Robin went and got the baby robins their breakfasts.
The sun kept getting hotter and hotter, and the farmer’s big cat kept getting warmer and warmer. “I shall roast in this tree!” he said to himself. “This is the last time that I will ever come into these woods! I had no idea that a big bulldog lived here!”
After a long time the big bulldog happened to remember a bone which he had buried in the garden, and the more he thought about the bone, the hungrier he became, so at last he looked up at the farmer’s Maltese cat and said:
“Woof! The next time I see you, Kitty! The next time I see you, Kitty!”
And the farmer’s Maltese cat growled at the big bulldog and said, “If my dog was here he would eat you up!”
Then Mister Bulldog laughed and showed all his teeth and said, “The next time I see you, Kitty!” And then he went back to the place where he was visiting and dug up the bone, and it was even better than he had expected.
When the dog had gone, the farmer’s Maltese cat slid down the elm tree and ran all the way home, and found that the farmer’s long-eared hound dog had eaten all the breakfast which the farmer’s wife had put in the cat dish.
And Mister Robert Robin said to Mrs. Robin: “I hope that nice bulldog stays all summer!”
And every time the farmer’s big Maltese cat looked at the woods he said to himself, “That is the place where that bulldog lives!”