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"I saw something I thought was a potato, and it jumped away from me. It was a hoptoad." "That was funny," said Squealer. "I wish I had seen it. Did anything else happen?" "Yes," said Squinty. "I thought I saw another potato, but when I bit on it I found it was only a stone, and it hurt my teeth." "That's too bad," said Wuff-Wuff. "I am glad that did not happen to me. Tell us what else you saw."
And so Squinty got safely back home. But very soon he was to have some more adventures. Did you ever have a little brother or sister who ran away from home, and was very glad to run back, or be brought back again, by a policeman, perhaps?
Inclination prompted her to speak out: dignity told her to be silent. The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced up and broke out into a joyous little laugh which had in it all the freshness of a young May morning. She knew right well, no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that because of him cooling in his attentions when it was simply a lovers' quarrel.
For some days nothing much happened in the pig pen. Once or twice Squinty pushed his nose against the board the farmer had nailed on, but it was very tight, he found, and he could not push it off. "Are you trying to get out again?" asked Wuff-Wuff. "Oh, I don't know," Squinty would answer. "I think it would be fun if we all could; don't you?" "No, indeed!" cried Wuff-Wuff.
When I give the call, fire the grass and then ride for the trail and drive the cattle to the mine. I'll cut across and warn Vasquez and the others." As his men heard the words and realized their significance, they glanced at their leader and then at one another. Yet none of them moved. "Are you deaf?" roared Megget. "Do as I say and lively. Squinty, come with me."
He could stand up a long time, on his hind legs, with an apple on his nose. And he would not eat it until the boy called: "Now, Squinty!" Then Squinty would toss the apple up in the air, off his nose, and catch it as it came down. Oh, how good it tasted! Squinty also learned to march around with a stick for a gun, and play soldier.
"Oh, yes, I heard," said Mrs. Pig. "I shall be sorry to lose Squinty, but then we pigs have to go out and take our places in this world. We cannot always stay at home in the pen." "Yes, that is so," spoke Mr. Pig. "But Squinty is rather young and small to start out. However, it may all be for the best.
Look, let me have that one, he is so pink and pretty and clean." "Ha! So you want that pig, do you?" asked the farmer. The boy and his father and sisters were paying a visit to the farm. "Yes, I want a pig very much!" the boy said. "And I think I'd like that one," and he pointed straight at Squinty. Poor Squinty ran and tried to hide under the straw, for he knew the boy was talking about him.
Then Mappo the monkey, and Squinty, the comical pig, started off through the woods. "Squinty, I don't believe we're going to find any cocoanut trees in this woods," said Mappo, the monkey, after he and the little pig had wandered on for some time. "It doesn't seem so, does it?" spoke Squinty, looking all around, first with his wide-open eye, and then with his queer, droopy one.
Squinty wished he were as big as his papa or his mamma. "Then I could see what is going on," he thought. But just wishing never made anyone larger or taller, not even a pig, and Squinty stayed the same size. He could hear the farmer and the children talking. Now and then the boy who had bought Squinty, and who was taking him home, would look around at his pet in the slatted box.
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