The landlord rushed out from another door, and attempted to kick him out of the room.

Instead, he kicked one of the pigs, the fatter of the two.

It was a vigorous, well-planted kick, and the pig got the whole of it; none of it was wasted.

One felt sorry for the poor animal; but no amount of sorrow anyone else might feel for him could compare with the sorrow he felt for himself.

He stopped running about; he sat down in the middle of the room, and appealed to the solar system generally to observe this unjust thing that had come upon him.