One day when Don was asleep in the nice, soft straw of his new kennel which Bob had made for him, the little puppy dog was suddenly awakened by hearing a loud noise. It sounded like:
“What are you going to do?”
Don jumped up and opened his eyes.
“What am I going to do?” he asked. “Who is it wants to know? Who are you? What’s the matter?”
Then he heard the voice again, only, this time, it seemed to say:
“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
With that, a long neck, covered with feathers, was thrust inside the kennel, and something sharp pricked Don on his little black nose.
“Hi there!” he barked. “Please stop that. You’re not a kitten or a cat, and you shouldn’t scratch me that way!”
“Cock-a-doodle-do!” went the funny animal again. “Of course I’m not a kitten or a cat. I’m a rooster—the biggest rooster on the farm, and I’m bigger even than you, no matter if you are a puppy. You are so nice and soft that I like to put my bill in your ribs!”