Squinty the Comical Pig / His Many Adventures

bout Squinty?" asked Wuff-Wuff, as the boy a

e Squinty, but then we pigs have to go out and take our pla

to start out. However, it may all be for the best. Now, Squinty, you had

comical little pig, squintin

g away from home,"

tures?" asked Squinty, floppin

er. "Oh dear, Squinty! I wish you didn't have to go a

uff-Wuff. "Then that boy could not find him when

han we are. He would find Squinty, no matter where we hid him. It is better to

other very much, and she loved to see him look at her wi

al little pig, "but I shall be glad to go on a journey, a

st," spoke Mr. Pig. "He looks as thou

y were doing this they ate and slept as they always did. Squinty, several times, looked at the hole under the pen, b

let the boy take me a

he pigs could tell, by the talk of the children, that they were brother and sisters. A

home with me," the boy would say

one is yours?" asked o

t," the boy would answer. "He

t Squinty, who could understand nearly all that the boy

r girl. "They grunt and squeal and are

ied the boy. "Squinty i

ath from the hose, so he was clean now. And he made up his mind that if the b

f clean and jolly,

eard the noise of hammering and

ould not see outside the pen. "Yes, he must be building another barn, for once be

not what it w

he farmer and the boy came and

y one?" the farmer asked the boy. "Som

," the boy said. "He is so

t him for you, now that you have the crate

d the farmer. He made a gra

d Squinty, for he had never be

to hurt you," said

he pig language. "Behave yourself. You are

ling, as the farmer climbe

," thought the little pig. "Good-by!" he called to his papa and

ted and squealed. "Be a

e pig," sa

time," sniffled little Curly Tail, f

le pig. But he did not know how much wa

mer, as he dropped Squinty into a wooden box the boy

n either side of him were wooden slats--the sides of the box. Squinty could look out, but the

mind that he was going to be a good pig, and go with

ith a handle to it, and by this handle the p

e farmer. "Now he'll be all r

and feed him well," said the boy. Squinty smack

I'll give him the core of my apple," and she thrust it in through the slats of th

ather. "Is the pig nailed up

fted him up, cage and all, and put him into the wagon that was to go to the de

which was his last good-by to the other pigs in the

started on