Neither leopards or tigers care to face this animal, for they seem to
know instinctively how dangerous its quills are.

Once having inserted her quills, Pero paid no further attention to
Jock, but went on burrowing and burrowing with her curious, snout-like
nose, and never rested until she had made a nice little cave in the
earth, where she could be warm and comfortable all through the winter.

She was in a great hurry, for it would soon be time to go to sleep,
and before going to sleep she had some important duties to perform and
would be very busy.

Meanwhile, poor little Jock limped off painfully. He had eight or nine
quills sticking into his shoulders and one had gone into his sensitive
nostrils.

In vain he tried to get rid of them. The longer they were in his flesh
the deeper they went. If he had gone home his human friends might have
taken them out for him, and so saved his life; but he was frightened
and bewildered, and, like all animals when in pain or trouble, his
first thought was to go away to some quiet place and hide himself in
his misery. Having found such a place, there he stayed, poor little
dog, in terrible pain, until one of the quills, which was nearly
twelve inches long, went so deep as to touch his heart.

So Jock stayed in the hiding-place he had chosen for himself, and no
one ever found out what had become of him.

Pero went on placidly with her work in her clumsy manner, and never