Story || The Farmer’s Dog
Story|| The Farmer’s Canine
A planter had a faithful canine, Motti, who had grown veritably old and had lost all his teeth. And one day, when the planter and his woman
were standing together before the house the planter said, “ I’ll abandon old Motti at the train station hereafter morning, for he’s of no use now ”. But his woman
said, “ No! Let the poor faithful critter live with us; he has served us well a great numerous times, and we ought to give him a livelihood for the rest of his days ”. said the planter, “ he has not a tooth in his mouth, and the stealers do n’t watch for him at all; to be sure he has served us, but also he did I to earn his livelihood; hereafter shall be his last day, depend upon it. ” Poor Motti, who was lying close by them, heard all that the planter and his woman
said to one another, and was veritably important frighted to suppose hereafter would be his last day; so in the evening he went to his good friend the wolf, who lived in the forestland, and told him all his sorrows, and how his master meant to kill him in the morning. “ Make you easy, ” said the wolf, “ I’ll give you some good advice. Your master, you know, goes out every morning veritably beforehand with his woman
into the field, and they take their little child with them, and lay it down behind the barricade in the shade while they’re at work. You lie down near by the child. And pretend to be watching it and I’ll come out of the wood and run down with it; you must run after me as presto as you can, and I’ll let it drop; also you may carry it back, and they will suppose you have saved their child, and will be so thankful to you that they will take care of you as long as you live. ” The canine liked this plan veritably well; and consequently, so it was managed. The wolf ran with the child, a little way; the planter and his woman
screamed out, but Motti soon caught him and carried the poor little thing back to his master and doxy . also the planter gentled him in the head, and said, “ Old Motti has saved our child from the wolf, and thus he shall live and be well- taken care of, and have plenitude to eat, Wife, go home, and give him a good regale, and let he has my old bumper to sleep in as long as he lives. ” So from this time forward, Motti had all that he could wish for. Soon subsequently, the wolf came and wished him joy, and said, “ Now, my good fellow, you must tell no tales, but turn your head the other way when I want to taste one of the old planter’s fine fat lamb. ” “ No ” said Motti; “ I’ll be true to my master. ” still, the wolf allowed
he was an in- joke, and came one night to get a dainty morsel. But Motti had told his master what the wolf meant to do; so he laid stay for him behind the barn door, and when the wolf was busy looking out for a good fat lamb, he’d a stout club laid about his reverse, that trolled his cinches for him finely. Them the wolf was veritably angry, and called Motti “ an old mischief, ” and swore he’d have his vengeance. So the coming morning the wolf transferred the bear to challenge Aphorism to come into the wood to fight the matter. Now Motti had nothing he could ask to be his alternate but the planter’s old three-lawful cat; so he took her with him, and as the poor thing limped The wolf and the wild bear were first on the ground, and when they spied their adversaries coming, and saw the cat’s long tail standing straight in the air, they allowed
she was carrying a brand for Motti to fight with, and every time she limped, they allowed
she was picking up a gravestone to throw at them; so they said they shouldn’t like this way of fighting, and the bear lay down behind a backcountry, and the wolf humped up into a tree. Motti and the cat soon came up. And looked about and wondered that no bone
was there. The bear, still, hadn’t relatively retired, for his cognizance stuck out of the backcountry; and when he shook one of them a little, the cat, seeing commodity move, and allowing it was a mouse, sprang upon it, and bit and scratched it, so that the bear jumped up and ran down, crying out, “ Look up in the tree, there sits the one who’s to condemn.down till he was happily shamed of himself, and had promised to be good musketeers again with old Motti.