You see, he didn't really want that dog, or even that dog's nose, in the burrow.

So he opened his jaws suddenly.

At that the dog went right over backward, all four legs in the air, like a wooden dog.

But the next instant he was on his feet again, and tearing away like mad down the pasture, ki-yi-ing like a whipped puppy, although he was a grown-up dog and ought to have been ashamed of himself to make such a noise.

And never after that, they tell me, could he be persuaded under any circumstances to go within fifteen feet of anything that looked like a woodchuck hole." "I'm not one bit sorry for him," muttered the Babe in spite of himself.
"He had no business there at all." "The mother of the woodchuck family," went on Uncle Andy, "was not so cross as the father, but she was very careless.