Squinty the Comical Pig / His Many Adventures

streets of a city. They were very straight and even, just like the street where you

up and down in the rows of corn, peering this way and that, to see which way to go so he could g

nny, squealing voice. "I wonder if I'

tired. "I think I will take a rest," thought Squinty, talking to himself, because there was no one else to whom he could

gain, stretched out on the dirt between two rows of corn. It was shady there, but over-head the

r have been down by the cool brook, but he knew he could not have a swim

lost was worse, and to be hungry was worse than all--especiall

haps he had not yet learned to like them, for I have seen older pigs eat corn stalks. And pigs are very

if it had been ripe. Later on he would learn to do this. Just now he cared m

th, in the shade of the rows of corn. Then he got up wit

toes, or some pig weed, here,

these were brown, and looked so much like the little potatoes, that Squinty tried to ch

urt! Those are funny potatoes! I

toes were only stones. You see it takes a little pi

t with his squinty eye, and with one ear cocked up sort of sideways, that, if you had seen him, you could not ha

way back home. Let me see; what had I better do? I guess the first thing is to find that field of

sure I can find the brook where I had a swim. And when I find the brook I

d along on his little short legs he grunted, and rooted in the earth with his

about six times, "Oh dear! This is no fun. I wish I had stayed in the

y than ever, and he thought it mu

our milk just now!" thought Squinty.

farmer or his wife was pouring into the eating trough of the pen, S

gave him

hy didn't I think of that before? I must squeal for h

which he had gotten out of the pen, was not large

quealer. And maybe they'll get lost, the same as I did. Oh dear, I guess I won't squeal any mor

he rows of corn, trying to find his way home to the pen all

en, had awakened from their afternoon sleep. And all the little p

r came with some sour milk for

they see the sun in the east, low down, they know it is morning. When it shines directly over their heads, high in the sk

, and Mr. and Mrs. Pig knew it must

f you!" called Mrs. Pig in her grunting voice. "Come, get ready for

the little pigs, for they were very

eir feet in, they were so anxious. Pigs are always that way. They know no better, so we must e

the sour milk," grunted Mr.

n Squeal

here's

and sisters l

was, even if his mamma and papa and brothers and sisters did not. S

uinty!" she called, grunting and squealing as she always

little pigs began to eat. But Mr. and Mrs. Pig began looking for Squinty. They turned up the straw, thinking he

king to Mrs. Pig, "I think pe

said Mrs. Pig. "W

e how fat the pigs were getting. He counted the l

here! One of those pigs has got

the pen. He saw the hole out

to go after him. Here, Don!" he called to his dog. "A pig is loose! We must catch him!"

the farmer said, even though they missed Squinty at the trough. But when they heard the dog barking, they wondered what had hap

thing ha

inst that of Curly Tail, the littlest girl pig of them al

the little pigs, and

farmer call Don, the dog, to go off and f

will bite Squinty

ut, anyhow, we want Squinty back, and the only way we ca

fe threw in to them. Mr. and Mrs. Pig ate a little, and then the farmer, after stopping up the hole wher

Don. That meant, in dog language, "I

alk up one row, and down another. If he had been tall enough to stand up and look over the tops

as not as bright as it had been. Squinty knew what this

all alone in the dark night," thought poor Sq

ff through the rows o

wow! Bow wow!"

shall I hide?" thought Squin

ing down. The barking of the dog sounded nea

Don! Find him!

was the bar

the name of the good dog on our farm

e soft ground by Squinty's feet, came to the cornfield. The farmer

re, Don," the farme

barked Do

ig stone, and he could not help gru

mer. "Take him by the ear, and le

o run away from Don. Squinty was only

of corn, came bounding Don, the

cried the farmer man as he saw the pi

Squinty, and took hi

"Come along with me, if you please. You hav

but when the little pig found that the dog did not mean t

re going to get out and run away every day," said the far

The farmer picked the little pink fellow, now all tired out and covered with

rmer. "I guess you'll

ng about, for he thought it

k home. But very soon he was