But the growing life, that in Lop-Ear and me had impelled us to venture away from the forest, had driven the puppies out of the cave to frolic.

I know how their mother would have punished them had she caught them.
But it was Lop-Ear and I who caught them.

He looked at me, and then we made a dash for it.

The puppies knew no place to run except into the lair, and we headed them off.

One rushed between my legs.