STRANGE PLAYMATES.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 6, 11 February 1893, Page 143

STRANGE PLAYMATES.

We have always been led to suppose that a terrier and a rat were natural enemies, and that under no circumstances could they be induced to willingly suspend hostilities. Yet here we have a correspondent of the London Field upsetting our cherished belief in this wise :—

*1 send you an account of an extraordinary circumstance that occurred to a fox-terrier pup of mine. A full-grown rat ran out from a hole in the kitchen where the pup was, and began to play with the dog, both of them rolling over one another for a space of nearly twenty minutes, at the end of which time (the rat, which had never attempted to bite the dog, ran back to its hole with a piece of bread, of which it had deprived the pup. My dog then stood barking at the hole into which the .rat had gone, evidently expecting it to reappear. The age of the fox-terrier was only three months.’

The last sentence perhaps explains the dog’s forbearance evidently even the terrier has to be educated to kill rate.

Little Willie—‘Who made the Milky Way, mamma?’ Mamma: ‘ Why, God, of course. Who did you suppose?' Little Willie: ‘I didn't know but it was the cow that jumped over the moon.’ Nothing Wrong About It. — Mamma: ‘Willie, yon must not spin that humming-top of yours to day. This is Sunday.' Willie, whirling it again : * That’s all right, mamma, it's humming a Sunday- school hymn.’