Pigaroo trotted on till he met his friend Bunny."Hi, Bunny," he said, "can I come live with you?" "Sure," said Bunny, twitching his nose. "Come on into my hutch." Pigaroo followed Bunny into a wooden hutch that sat out on the lawn. The hutch was right in the sun and soon the air became very warm, too warm for Pigaroo's tender skin. Pigaroo scratched and scratched at the hard wooden floor, trying to find a cool spot. |
