"Now," said Grandpa, "you see why I wanted the fence between you and
those hogs, don't you? If they could get to you, they might tear you in
pieces; for they want to take care of the little pigs."

Grandpa coiled the rope again, caught another of the little pigs, and
then another and another, until all ten of them were in in the pen. Then
he opened the gate and turned the others back into the pasture.

Grandpa had caught the pigs so easily--only once or twice had he had to
try a second time. "I don't see how you could catch them when they were
running away from you," said Don. "I couldn't catch them if they were
standing still."

"Perhaps not," said Grandpa. "But I can catch you if you try to get away
from me. Just try it."

At that, Don began to run as fast as he could; but he had not gone far
when he felt the rope slip over his shoulders, and he was lifted off his
feet.

"What fun!" shouted Joyce. "Now try it on me."

Grandpa spent quite a while catching first one and then the other. Joyce
was the hardest to catch, for after a few times she learned how to dodge
the rope.

"Why did you put those little pigs in the pen?" asked Don, following
close at his heels.

"They are getting in the cornfield," answered Grandpa, "and eating too