His stomach was puffed out like the sides of an overfilled bag, and he sat humped up in a pool of warm sunshine licking his chops and vastly contented with himself and the world.

Miki rubbed up to him, and Neewa gave a chummy grunt.

Then he rolled over on his fat back and invited Miki to play.

It was the first time; and with a joyous yelp Miki jumped into him.

Scratching and biting and kicking, and interjecting their friendly scrimmage with ferocious growling on Miki's part and pig-like grunts and squeals on Neewa's, they rolled to the edge of the dip.