Squinty the Comical Pig / His Many Adventures
est little curly tail, as though it wanted to tie itself into a bow, but was not quite sure whether that was th
s nose up and down, or sideways, as he did when he smelled the nice sour milk the farmer was bringing for
xactly, or I would tell you, the lid of one of Squinty's eyes was heavier than the other. That eye opened only half way, and when Squinty looked up at you from the pen, w
quinty in his pen, could not help laughing when he peered up
the boys and girls would
m Squinty," the farmer sai
ave given Squinty another name, as she did his brothers an
and another Puff-Ball. There were seven pigs in all, and Squinty was the last one, so you see he ca
nimals have a language of their own which no one else can und
of one of his eyes sort of flopped down. But just then
owned the pigs, and when they looked in, and saw big Mr
one eye partly open! And how funny
" the farmer had said. And so, just as
ig, as she heard what the farmer s
name for him. And, after all, you know, he does squint. Not that it amounts
wered Mrs. Pig.
s and girls, giving the little p
f!" grunte
nd father, and brothers and sisters, could understand man talk, and boy and girl ta
r instance. When you call to him: "Come here!" doesn't he come? Of course he does. And when you say:
w they stop when he says "Whoa!" So you need not think it strange that a littl
ters in the farmer's pen for some time. As the days went on Squinty grew fatter and f
er he had poured their dinner into the trough. "Hum! That little pig, with the squinty eye, is getting p
rd that, for he wanted to gr
d, and with it he scratched the back of Squinty. Pigs like to have their backs scratc
d the other wide open. "Ugh! Ugh!" And with his odd eyes, and one ear cocked forward, and the
" asked the farmer's wife,
ed the farmer. "He has suc
exclaimed the
ooked down
he comical!
he farm animals, the farmer's wife went out in
t does harm, and farmers like to pull it up to get rid of it. But, if pig weed is n
wife, tossing some of the juicy, gree
an to chew the green leaves. I suppose
weed the farmer's wife had tossed into the pen, up they ru
rough, so eager were they to get something to eat; eve
m to be always hungry. And Squinty's brothers
w that pigs do not like to live in mud and dirt any more than do cows and horses, so this farmer had for his pigs a nice pen, with a dr
matter how clean pigs are, once in a while they like to
ow this, and they also know that if they roll in the mud, and get covered w
ircus elephant scatter dust over his back, to drive away the flies. And even such a thick
were always glad when the farmer came with the garden hose and washed them
a nice size. They had nothing to do but eat and
s brothers and sisters, how to run to the trough to eat, when his mother called him, and he learned how to stand up against one side o
ters never thought of. One day when Squinty and the others had eaten their dinner, Squin
didn't just know what to do. In fact the
as he looked out through a crack in the boards and sa
can't," sai
ttle pig--that is, he always wanted to find out about things, and why th
ater. He had found another crack between two boards of the pen--a large crack,
is made for digging, or rooting in the earth,
board until he had made it very l
d around; his mother and father and all the litt
said Squint
t was the first time he had ever been out in his life. At first he was a little frightened,
meal I shall have
uicy, green pig weed, but before he
hing toward him Don, the big black and white dog of the farmer. "Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don, and t
oward him, Don, the b
shall be bitten sure! That dog will bite
ck for the pen. But it was not easy to run in a potato field, and Squinty, not
" barked Don, runn
he did not, for Don was very kind-hearted. But Don knew that the pigs were supp
Get back where yo
melon vine, and down he went. Before he could get up Don was close to him, and,
Squinty, in his own queer, pig langu