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So she made them all cuddle down in the straw, pulling it over them with her nose and paws, like a blanket, to keep them warm. For only part of the pen had a roof over it, and though it was summer, still it was cool at night. But Squinty's brothers and sisters had no notion of going to sleep so soon.
They call them tricks, but I call it getting something to eat." And they were both right, you see. Sallie and Mollie, the two sisters, laid down their dolls in the shade, and ran over toward their brother, who still held one end of the rope, that was fast to Squinty's leg. "Make him do some tricks for us," begged Mollie. "Show us how he jumps the rope," said Sallie.
"Oh, isn't it cute!" exclaimed a voice over Squinty's head. He looked up, half shutting his one funny eye, and cocking one ear up, and letting the other droop down. But he did not stop eating. "Oh, isn't he funny!" cried another voice. And Squinty saw the boy and his sisters looking at him.
There was no garden here, such as the farmer had at Squinty's first home. But, not far from the pig pen was the big, green wood. "I'll go over in there and see what happens," thought Squinty. "Perhaps I may find some acorns." And so Squinty ran away to the woods. This was the third time Squinty had run away. But not once did he intend to do any wrong; you see he knew no better.
"That is Squinty's supper. You must not touch it. You have had yours!" and he and Mrs. Pig would not let Squinty's brothers and sisters shove him away from the trough. For sometimes pigs are so hungry that they do this, you know. Being pigs they know no better. So Squinty had his supper, after all, though he did run away.
"I want you to learn how to walk on your hind legs, Squinty. It is not going to be easy, either. But I guess you can do it. And I am going to take the rope off your leg, for I do not believe you will run away from me now." So the rope was taken off Squinty's leg.
I wonder if he is coming after me?" Just then the farmer, who had been following the tracks left in the soft ground by Squinty's feet, came to the cornfield. The farmer saw where the pig had been walking between the green rows of corn. "He's here, somewhere, Don," the farmer said. "Find him!" "Bow wow!" barked Don. "I will!"
I suppose that was his way of saying: "Thank you!" As soon as Squinty's brothers and sisters saw the green pig weed the farmer's wife had tossed into the pen, up they rushed to the trough, grunting and squealing, to get some too. They pushed and scrambled, and even stepped into the trough, so eager were they to get something to eat; even though they had been fed only a little while before.
Bob, the boy, caught up the handle of Squinty's box, and, after some bumping and tilting sideways, the little pig found himself set down in a rather dark place, for the boy had put the box on the floor of the car by his seat, near his feet. And there Squinty rode, seeing nothing, but hearing many strange noises, until, after many stops, he was lifted up again.
Pig began asking questions. "What made you run away?" asked Squinty's papa. "Oh, I wanted to have an adventure," said Squinty. "Well, did you have one?" asked his mamma. "Oh, yes, lots of them," answered the little pig. "But I didn't find very much to eat." Squinty was very hungry now. "Oh dear!" exclaimed Mrs. Pig. "You are just too late for supper. It is all eaten up.
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