“But,” says the teacher, “suppose I was to harness up yo’ two goats with Tom Deems’s two, there’d be fo’ goats, I reckon, whether you wanted ’em there or not.”
“No they wouldn’t,” says Sonny. “They wouldn’t be but two. ’T wouldn’t take my team more ’n half a minute to butt the life out o’ Tom’s team.”
An’ with that little Tommy Deems, why, he commenced to cry, an’ ’stid o’ punishin’ him for bein’ sech a cry-baby, what did the teacher do but give Sonny another check, for castin’ slurs on Tommy’s animals, an’ gettin’ Tommy’s feelin’s hurted! Which I ain’t a-sayin’ it on account o’ Sonny bein’ my boy, but it seems to me was a mighty unfair advantage.
No boy’s feelin’s ain’t got no right to be that tender—an’ a goat is the last thing on earth thet could be injured by a word of mouth.
Sonny’s pets an’ beasts has made a heap o’ commotion in school one way an’ another, somehow. Ef ’t ain’t his goats it’s somethin’ else.
Sir? Sonny’s pets? Oh, they’re all sorts. He ain’t no ways partic’lar thess so a thing is po’ an’ miser’ble enough. That’s about all he seems to require of anything.
He don’t never go to school hardly ’thout a garter-snake or two or a lizard or a toad-frog somewheres about him. He’s got some o’ the little girls at school that nervous thet if he thess shakes his little sleeve at ’em they’ll squeal, not knowin’ what sort o’ live critter’ll jump out of it.
Most of his pets is things he’s got by their bein’ hurted some way.
One of his toad-frogs is blind of a eye. Sonny rescued him from the old red rooster one day after he had nearly pecked him to death, an’ he had him hoppin’ round the kitchen for about a week with one eye bandaged up.
When a hurted critter gits good an’ strong he gen’ally turns it loose ag’in; but ef it stays puny, why he reg’lar ’dopts it an’ names it Jones. That’s thess a little notion o’ his, namin’ his pets the family name.