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Updated: May 10, 2025
"But I'll promise not to eat any that I don't find on the ground." "Huh!" Jasper Jay scoffed. "That means that you won't eat any nuts that you can't reach. That's no promise at all. It's nothing but a threat. It's the same as saying that you're going to eat every nut that drops off this tree." Grunty Pig made no reply.
And since he didn't know how long it would be before Farmer Green found him and took him back home, he decided that he had better make the most of his outing while it lasted. Hurrying into the orchard, Grunty ate heartily of the fruit that lay upon the ground. After he had devoured a few dozen apples he began to lose his appetite for that sort of food. So he started to root beneath the trees.
Oh!" he wailed. "What shall I do? Whatever shall I do? Farmer Green must have put the family back in the pen. And I'll have to spend the night out here alone!" Night found Grunty Pig huddled close to the outside of the piggery. Many times he had walked around the low building, snuffing at the doors and trying in vain to find some opening through which he might crawl.
She did wish that Grunty wouldn't mention such matters. But nothing Mrs. Pig could say seemed to do any good. He was always prattling, anyhow. She could no more stop his flow of grunts and squeals than she could have kept the water in the brook from babbling down the mountainside to Swift River. And even more annoying to Mrs. Pig was the way her son Grunty tried to rub his back against her.
He would have wandered on, but for a fresh breeze that had begun to whip the branches of the beech tree. He decided to wait there. More burs might fall. And Grunty wanted to be on hand to meet them when they dropped. "Go home!" Jasper Jay shrieked at him. "Go back to your pigpen where you belong. We don't want you here." And he said many more things that were still ruder.
And now that you see for yourself how happy they are without tails, you ought not to delay any longer about having yours cut off. I hope," Spot added, "I'll see your tail nailed up on the barn to-morrow, where everybody can admire it." Then Grunty Pig said something that surprised him. "Why don't you have your own tail cut off?" he asked old Spot.
In one way you are the luckiest of all my children." Grunty Pig didn't stop weeping. He saw no reason yet to feel more cheerful. "Did you know " his mother asked him "did you know that in one respect you are the handsomest one of the whole litter? You have the curliest tail of them all!" Grunty Pig gazed, open-mouthed, at his mother. He stopped snivelling.
"What?" cried his wife. "No!" said Grunty Pig. "I said I'd be in the tree top before fall. If I work here every day around the foot of the tree I'll have it uprooted at last. And when it topples over and falls on the ground I'll have no trouble getting into the top of it." When they heard that, Jolly Robin and his wife stopped laughing. Jolly Robin and his wife were terribly worried.
Up to that time he had scarcely given his tail a thought. So long as it followed him wherever he went he had been satisfied with it. From that moment Grunty began to think a great deal about his tail. He was always turning his head to look at it, to make sure it hadn't lost any of its kink.
Grunty crawled through the fence into the lane. And near the barn, where the cows had trampled, he beheld such beautiful, sticky, deep mud as he had never dreamed could be found anywhere. Grunty Pig gave a deep sigh of happiness as he wallowed in the mire. He lay on his stomach, he turned upon each side.
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