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She said "Don't!" to him so often that she became heartily sick of the word. What bothered Mrs. Pig most of all was Grunty's behavior whenever Farmer Green came to the pen. It was mortifying to her to have her son actually try to scratch his back against her in the presence of a visitor. "I do hope," said Mrs.
Somehow Jolly Robin thought that Grunty's little eyes had a spiteful gleam as he looked upward into the tree top. And Mrs. Robin couldn't help moving to a higher limb. Grunty's glare sent a most uncomfortable shiver over her. Jolly Robin tried his best to act at his ease. "It was just an odd thought that popped into my head," he assured Grunty Pig. "It made Mrs. Robin giggle when I mentioned it."
Dimly Grunty could see a dark, burly form. And he was so frightened that he bawled right out, "It's a bear! It's a bear! It's a bear!" Almost at the same instant old dog Spot ran out of his kennel, barking furiously. And like magic the prowler whoever he was vanished into the night. "Keep still!" Grunty's mother called to him; for the noise had half roused her.
"You'll ask Farmer Green this very day to cut off your tail and nail it up on the barn. I tell you, these pigs look neat. There's style about them." "Umph! Umph!" said Grunty Pig as he shuffled along behind. "Now, I wonder what he meant by that!" Spot mused. It was sometimes hard to tell whether Grunty's umphs stood for yes or no.
Perhaps Farmer Green took pains to keep the door of Grunty's pen shut. Perhaps Farmer Green made the fence outside the piggery "hog tight," as he would say. Or perhaps Grunty Pig grew so fat that he couldn't squeeze through any ordinary opening. Anyhow, Grunty never set foot inside the farmhouse again. After a while he didn't care. The bigger he was, the less he liked to roam about.
Grunty ran away again. And he hadn't been gone long before his mother heard a loud squealing in the nearest field. The sound rapidly grew louder. And as she stood still and listened, Mrs. Pig knew that it was Grunty's squeal and that he was drawing nearer every moment. "Dear me!" she cried. "He must be in trouble." Soon Grunty tumbled through the fence.
Pig couldn't rid her children of these boorish ways. But she shouldn't be blamed for that. It must be remembered that she had seven youngsters, all of the same age. At least, Mrs. Pig did what she could to make Grunty's lot easier. "Don't feel unhappy!" she said to him one day as he picked himself up, whimpering, after a hard knock. "Don't feel unhappy because you are the littlest of the family.
Grunty inquired. "You?" his mother exclaimed. "No, indeed! You stay right here with me! Don't you dare stir out of this yard!" And to Grunty's astonishment, Mrs. Pig bowled him right over, to show him that she meant what she said. He jumped to his feet in a jiffy. And he was all ready to slink away into a corner of the yard; but his mother bade him wait.
So I suppose I shall have to obey him," Grunty muttered half under his breath. "Don't mumble! Speak up!" cried Jasper Jay. "If you have any excuses to make, let's hear them!" While Jasper Jay, in the beech tree, waited for Grunty Pig, on the ground, to speak up and make his excuses for taking beechnuts, a bur dropped from a twig and landed right in front of Grunty's nose. He fell upon it greedily.
Pig had to stop talking for a time, because she gurgled and wheezed and panted in a most alarming fashion. At last, when she had somewhat recovered from her flurry, she called to Grunty. And looking at him severely Mrs. Pig said to him, "Let this be a lesson to you. Never, never stray away from the farmyard again!" "Yes, Mother!" was Grunty's glib reply. Then he sidled away.
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