“I’ll just take those eggs,” said the bad dog, “and, though I don’t know how to make a cake, still I can manage to eat them,” and with that he took an egg out of the bag, chipped a little hole in the shell, and drank up the yellow and white part just as you would drink an ice cream soda.  And, mind you, that dog never even winked an eye!  What do you think of that?

“Number one!” the dog exclaimed, as he reached for another egg.  “Now for number two!”

And oh! how badly Curly felt when he saw his mamma’s eggs going that way.  It was almost as bad as if he had dropped the bag on the sidewalk and smashed them, only, of course, it was not his fault.

Then the little piggie boy decided to be brave and bold.  The bad dog was eating the second egg, and he had his nose tipped up in the air, so the white and yellow of the egg would run out of the shell down his throat, when, all of a sudden, Curly pulled himself loose from the dog’s paw and grabbed up the bag with the ten eggs in it and ran away as fast as he could.

“Here!  Come back!” cried the bad egg dog, as he threw the empty shell at Curly.  “Come back here with the rest of my eggs!”

“Your eggs!  No indeed!” cried Curly, and he didn’t in the least mind when the egg shell hit him on the end of his nose, for, being empty, you understand, the shell didn’t hurt any more than a piece of paper would have done.

“Ha!  If you won’t come back I’ll chase after you!” barked the bad egg dog, and with that he began chasing after Curly.

Faster and faster ran Curly, and faster and faster came the dog after him, until he had nearly caught the little piggie boy.  Then Curly thought to himself: 

“Well, maybe if I roll one more egg to him he’ll stop to eat that and let me alone.  Anyhow, nine eggs will be enough for a cake, and I can tell mamma how it happened that the others were lost.”

So the piggie boy stopped running long enough to take an egg out of the bag and roll it along the sidewalk toward the dog.

“Ah, ha!” growled the dog.  “Egg Number Three!” and he stopped to eat the yellow and white part of it.  Of course, Curly ran on, and he got some distance ahead, but you see the more eggs the dog ate the faster he could run, so on he came, and he had almost caught up to Curly when the little piggie boy thought again: 

“Well, here goes for another egg!”

So he rolled a second one toward that bad dog, who ate it, hardly stopping at all, and on he came again.

“Now, I have you!” the dog cried, as he threw the empty shell at Curly, striking him on the nose once more.  “Now, I’ll get all the eggs, and besides, I’ll bite your tail off for running away!”

“Oh, how dreadful!” thought Curly, and he wondered how it would feel to have no tail.  He was running as fast as he could, and he was wishing a policeman or fireman would save him from the bad dog, when, all at once, out from a yard with a high fence around it sprang something big and white, with yellow legs, and there came a hissing sound, just as if water were being squirted out of a hose.  Then a voice said: