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Pretty soon Squinty looked up, and he saw that the sun was not as bright as it had been. Squinty knew what this meant. The sun was going down, and it would soon be night. "Oh dear! I wonder if I shall have to stay out all alone in the dark night," thought poor Squinty. "Oh, I'll never run away again; never!" Just then he heard, off through the rows of corn, a dog barking. "Bow wow! Bow wow!
When he awakened, he thought at first he was back in the pen at home, and he cried out: "Oh, Wuff-Wuff! Oh, Twisty Tail. I had the queerest dream! I thought a boy had me, and that I could jump a rope, and hunt acorns, and do lots of tricks. But I !" And then Squinty stopped. He looked around and found himself all alone in the new pen.
"Yes, he surely is a nice pig," the boy said, "In a few days, when he gets over being strange, I'm going to teach him some tricks." "Ha! There's that word tricks again!" thought Squinty. "I wonder what tricks are? But I shall very soon find out." For a few days Squinty was rather lonesome in his new pen, all by himself. He missed his papa and mamma and brothers and sisters.
He jumped up with a little grunt, and said to himself: "Well, I did not mean to stay away from my pen so long. I guess I had better go back." Squinty started to go back the way he had come, but I guess you can imagine what happened. It was so dark he could not find the path.
"Some big dog might chase us. I want to stay in the pen." But Squinty was a brave, bold, mischievous little pig. He was not content to stay in the pen. He wanted to have some adventures. He wanted to get out in the garden, which looked so nice and green. Squinty looked all around the other sides of the pen. He wanted to see if there was another loose board.
You see it takes a little pig some time to learn all the things he needs to know. Squinty let the stone roll out of his mouth, and he looked at it with such an odd look on his face, peering at it with his squinty eye, and with one ear cocked up sort of sideways, that, if you had seen him, you could not have helped laughing.
The monkey ran along, now on the ground, and now and then swinging himself up in the branches of trees, by his long legs, each one of which had a sort of hand on the end. Sometimes he hung by his tail, for monkeys are made to do that. "My, I wish I could get up in the trees the way you do," said Squinty. "Do you think I could hang by my tail, Mappo?"
At first Bob held Squinty's front feet, and walked along with him so the little pig would get used to the new trick. Then one day Bob said: "Now, Squinty, I want you to walk to me all by yourself. Stand up!" Squinty stood up on his hind legs. The boy backed away from him, and stood a little distance off, holding out a nice, juicy potato this time. "Come and get the potato," called the boy.
Your pen isn't far off," and he ran along beside the little pig, who, after many adventures had wandered back home. Squinty and Don came to the edge of the potato field. "Well, I never!" exclaimed the farmer man, who was there hoeing the potatoes. "If there isn't that comical little pig I sold to that boy Bob. I wonder where he came from?" "Bow wow! Bow wow!
So he walked on and on, and pretty soon he came to a road. And down the road he saw coming the strangest sight. There were a lot of big wagons, all painted red and green and gold. Many horses drew each wagon, the big wheels of which rattled like thunder, and beside the wagons there were many strange animals walking along animals which Squinty had never seen before. "Oh my!" cried Squinty.
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