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"Yes, Squinty wanted me to come outside with him," said Wuff-Wuff. "But I wouldn't go." "Oh, maybe my little boy pig is outside there, making all that noise!" cried Mrs. Pig to her husband. "Well, he isn't making all that noise by himself," said the father pig. "Someone is helping him make it, I'm sure." They all listened, and heard the barking of Don, as well as the squealing of Squinty.
He wanted to do many things his brothers and sisters never thought of. One day when Squinty and the others had eaten their dinner, Squinty told his brother Wuff-Wuff that he thought it would be a nice thing to have some fun. Wuff-Wuff said he thought so, too, but he didn't just know what to do. In fact there was not much one could do in a pig pen.
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.
Perhaps if his mother had had her way about it she would have given Squinty another name, as she did his brothers and sisters. In fact she did name all of them except Squinty. One of the little pigs was named Wuff-Wuff, another Curly Tail, another Squealer, another Wee-Wee, and another Puff-Ball.
"If we could only get out of here!" grunted Squinty, as he looked out through a crack in the boards and saw the green garden, where pig weed was growing thickly. "Yes, but we can't," said Wuff-Wuff. Squinty was not so sure about this.
"Wow-wow-wow bow-wow-wuff," said Boxer at last, when he found that his enemy had gone. "Wuff-wuff," he said again, trying to get rid of the fur sticking about his mouth. "Wuff-wuff," he said, "that's better." "Bravo!" chorused the birds, in a state of high delight; "well done, Boxer!" "Ha-ha-ha; phut-phut-phut wizzle-wizzle," said the starling off the top of the wall.
"When can I have my little pig?" asked the boy, of his father. "Oh, as soon as Mr. Jones can put him in a box, so we can carry him," was the answer. "We can't very well take him in our arms; he would slip out and run away." "I guess so, too," laughed the boy. "Mamma, did you hear what they were saying about Squinty?" asked Wuff-Wuff, as the boy and the two men walked away from the pig pen.
I found him," barked Don, but of course the farmer did not understand. "Well, I'll put you back in the pen again until that boy sends for you," said the farmer, as he lifted Squinty over into the pen where his mamma and papa and brothers and sisters were. "Why why, it's Squinty!" cried Mrs. Pig. "He's come back!" grunted Mr. Pig. "Oh, I'm so glad!" said Wuff-Wuff.
"This is the first time I have seen any of you pigs in the garden," went on Don, still keeping hold of Squinty's ear, "and I want you, please, to go back in your pen." "Oh, I'll go! I'll go!" cried Squinty. "Only let loose of my ear, Mr. Dog, if you please!" "What! Have you hold of Squinty's ear?" asked Wuff-Wuff. "Oh, do please let him go!"
"Never mind," said Mr. Pig, "I heard the farmer call Don, the dog, to go off and find Squinty. I think he'll bring him back." "Oh, but maybe Don will bite Squinty," said Wuff-Wuff. "I guess not," answered Mr. Pig. "Don is a gentle dog. But, anyhow, we want Squinty back, and the only way we can get him is to have the farmer and his dog go after him."
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