As for the rest of his body--well, _those_ stings didn't amount to much, you know, because his fur and his hide were both so thick.
"At last he sat up on his haunches and looked around.

You should have seen him!" "I'm glad I wasn't there, Uncle Andy," said the Babe, earnestly shaking his head.

But Uncle Andy paid no attention to the remark.
"His muddy paws drooped over his breast, and his face was all stuck over with leaves and moss and mud--" "_We_ must look funny, too," suggested the Babe, staring hard at the black mud poultice under his uncle's swollen eye.

But his uncle refused to be diverted.
"And his glossy fur was in a state of which his mother would have strongly disapproved.

But his twinkling little eyes burned with wrath and determination.