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For one thing, he knew well enough that there was a punishing waiting for him at the piggery if he ever went back to get it. Not until Johnnie Green and old dog Spot came to the pasture to drive the cows down the lane did Grunty Pig begin to feel the least twinge of homesickness. And even then he tried to forget it.
Grunty Pig had listened carefully to what Spot said. Yet somehow he couldn't quite make up his mind to part with his beautiful tail, even if it would delight many more people when nailed to the outside of the barn. "I'd like to see one of those pigs," he said to Spot. "I'd like to see how they look." "That's easily arranged," old Spot told him.
He's almost twice the size of the little runt." "The runt doesn't get his share," said Farmer Green. "We'll have to do something to help him, or he'll never be worth his salt." Grunty Pig looked up at Farmer Green and gave a plaintive squeal, as if to say, "Hurry, please! Because I'm always hungry." And Blackie, his greedy brother, looked up at Farmer Green too. He said nothing.
"He'll come back before dark." And when Grunty did at last come crawling into the little yard Mrs. Pig was merely vexed with him for having gone off without her consent. She was just about to give him a well deserved scolding. But before she could speak to him, Grunty greeted her with a loud squeal. "I saw a bear in the pasture!" he cried. Mrs. Pig promptly forgot her displeasure.
Grunty Pig had got out of his pen and out of the piggery, too. Ever since his talk with Moses Mouse the day before he had been hoping for a chance to escape. And shuffling across the farmyard somewhat heavily for he was growing longer and taller and fatter every day Grunty went straight to the woodshed door. It was open. And he walked through it.
Farmer Green smiled as he leaned over the pen and watched the antics of Grunty Pig and his brothers and sisters. "There's something that I can do for your family to make them happier," he told Mrs. Pig. "To-morrow if I can spare the time I'll make a change here. A lady who's raising such a fine family as yours deserves the best there is. She ought to have a home with every modern improvement."
It was exactly the sort of help that Grunty needed. He gave a frantic plunge forward and fell, sprawling, on the ground outside the yard, where Spot soon joined him. "It takes old Spot to hurry 'em along," said the old dog gleefully. Grunty Pig said "Umph! Umph!" Old dog Spot was not quite sure what he meant. "Stop grunting and squealing and follow me!" old dog Spot growled.
"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.
While he listened, Grunty Pig sidled up to a table in the center of the room and began, in an absent-minded fashion, to rub his back against it. To his surprise, the table tipped over and a lamp that had stood upon it crashed into a hundred pieces on the floor. Then a door slammed somewhere. And steps sounded in the hall. Moses Mouse tried not to look startled.
He even squirmed through a puddle and rolled over in it, so that there wasn't a clean patch on him, anywhere. Little did he care that his silvery bristles were smeared with black. The mud felt delightfully cool upon his piggy, pinkish skin. "This is almost better than eating," Grunty squealed. At last his gurgles and grunts attracted the notice of a proud creature known as Henrietta Hen.
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