But he took to suckin' eggs, and began to steal eggs at my neighbors' barns and hen-houses.

He would fetch home eggs without crackin' the shells, and hold 'em in his mouth so cunning you wouldn't know he had anything there.

He used to bury them eggs in the garden and all about.
"Of course that made trouble with the neighbors.

It looked as if I'd have to kill Spot, and I hated to do it, for I loved that little dog.
But I happened to think of Cayenne.

So I took and blowed an egg--made a hole at each end and blowed out the white and the yelk.