Then he cast it from him, and it fell over one of the little pigs.
He drew it in, and the pig was caught. Then he lifted him and placed him
in the pen. How the little fellow squealed, and how hard the old hogs
tried to get to him! Some of the larger ones started toward the fence
where Don and Joyce were perched on posts. Grandpa laughed to see how
quickly the children scrambled down.
"Now," said Grandpa, "you see why I wanted the fence between you and
those hogs, don't you? If they could get to you, they might tear you in
pieces; for they want to take care of the little pigs."
Grandpa coiled the rope again, caught another of the little pigs, and
then another and another, until all ten of them were in in the pen. Then
he opened the gate and turned the others back into the pasture.
Grandpa had caught the pigs so easily--only once or twice had he had to
try a second time. "I don't see how you could catch them when they were
running away from you," said Don. "I couldn't catch them if they were
standing still."
"Perhaps not," said Grandpa. "But I can catch you if you try to get away
from me. Just try it."
At that, Don began to run as fast as he could; but he had not gone far
when he felt the rope slip over his shoulders, and he was lifted off his
feet.
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