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Grunty Pig meant to uproot the apple tree where they had their nest. Every day he came and dug at the foot of the tree. Every day, just before he went away, he looked up at them and said, "I hope you'll sleep well to-night. You'd better enjoy your home while you have it, for the tree will be flat on the ground before fall." Sleep! Mrs.
And both she and her husband choked, as they pictured fat Grunty Pig scrambling up the trunk of the old apple tree. "No!" Grunty Pig said. "No!" "Well, well!" Jolly Robin exclaimed. "Don't be so short with your answers! Explain how you expect to get up into the top of our apple tree." "I never said I expected to get up there," Grunty Pig corrected him. "What?" cried Jolly Robin.
When Farmer Green filled the trough, each of the children stuck his head through a hole and ate in the most orderly fashion. To be sure, there was some squealing and grunting, and some snuffling and blowing. But it seemed to Mrs. Pig that no youngsters could have behaved more beautifully. And Grunty liked the new way of eating, too. But Blackie made a great fuss.
"If you had squealed it would have been the end of you." Grunty Pig felt that he was the most important member of the family. Not one of his brothers or sisters had ever seen a bear. At least they had never claimed to have enjoyed so fearsome a sight. "It was nothing," he boasted. "I'd as soon meet a bear as the Muley Cow." His mother, however, was of another mind.
Then he began to nail on the shoe. One thing puzzled Twinkleheels. Every time the blacksmith struck a blow with his hammer he gave a funny grunt. Twinkleheels nudged Ebenezer with his nose. "Do you hear that?" he asked. "Is he related to Grunty Pig a sort of cousin, perhaps?" The old horse Ebenezer gasped. "Bless you, no!" he exclaimed. "Then why does he grunt?"
It couldn't be called a squeal, nor a grunt, nor a gurgle, nor a gasp. It was a little like all four. And springing clumsily upon her son, Mrs. Pig upset him before he could dodge her. Grunty Pig began to whimper. "What have I done?" he whined. "You've deceived me!" his mother cried. "You haven't seen a bear. You've never seen a bear in all your life."
Jolly Robin and his wife told all their friends that Grunty Pig was going to teach them a lesson. The birds had many a laugh over the matter. Not till old Mr. Crow visited the orchard one day did the Robin family cease chuckling over what they called "the joke of the season." "Don't laugh too soon!" Mr. Crow croaked. "This Grunty Pig means mischief.
How could she know that Grunty the littlest of the family was searching for a place to escape? Now, it happened that there was one loose board in a corner of the pigpen. The nails that once held it had rusted away. Nobody but Grunty Pig had discovered that by pressing against an end of this board one could bend it outward. It was too bad for him that he had grown so rapidly.
Then he clattered over the woodshed floor and peered into the kitchen. There was no one there. For a few moments Grunty stood sniffing in the doorway. A delicious odor greeted him. He wasn't sure what it was. A pan sat near the edge of the table. And Grunty Pig had no trouble upsetting it with his nose. Doughnuts rolled in every direction crisp, brown, freshly fried doughnuts.
Somehow he felt uneasy under his mother's gaze. "Perhaps it was a good thing, after all, that the bear chased him," Mrs. Pig muttered. "Maybe this fright will keep him at home." She soon discovered that it would take more than a mere fright more than a command to stop Grunty from running away. For it wasn't long before she missed him again. If Mrs.
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