“Would you like to go?” she asked. Their only answer was a lot of squealing and jumping up and down.
On the way, Mama noticed some blood on my shirt. She stopped me and started looking me over.
“Where did that come from?” she asked. “Did that coon bite you?”
“No, Mama,” I said. “I didn’t get close enough for him to bite me.”
With a worried look on her face, she jerked out my shirt. “You don’t seem to be scratched anywhere,” she said.
“Maybe this is where it came from,” Papa said. He reached down and picked up my boy pup.
His little black nose was split wide open and was bleeding.
I saw a relieved look come over Mama’s face. Looking at me, she started shaking her head.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just don’t know.” “Did that coon get hold of this pup?” Papa asked.
“He sure did, Papa,” I said, “but it wasn’t the coon’s fault. If it hadn’t been for Little Ann, he’d have eaten him up.”
I told how my dogs had tied into the coon. Papa laughed as he fondled my pup.
“This dog is going to be a coon hound,” he said, “and I mean a good one.”
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