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"I must be going now," he said abruptly. "I'll see you later." Then he dashed into the fireplace and ran up the chimney. "The accident was really your fault," Grunty called to him. "If you hadn't talked so much I'd have noticed what I was doing." Moses Mouse, however, did not reply. And a moment later Farmer Green's wife appeared in the doorway. When she saw Grunty Pig she gave a scream. Mrs.
Pig hadn't been so upset she might have been vexed and with good reason. "Oh! that dear little Grunty!" she wailed. "The bear may have caught him already, in the cabbage patch." Then piercing squeals fell once more on Mrs. Pig's ears. "Dear! Dear!" she cried. "I ought to have watched him. I ought to have kept an eye on Grunty. After all, he's little more than a baby."
Green couldn't help being surprised at first. But soon she began to laugh as if she would never stop. "A pig in our parlor!" she cried. "Who ever would have thought it?" Grunty Pig tried to explain that the broken lamp was really Moses Mouse's fault. But Mrs. Green wouldn't listen. She ran out of the room and came back at once with a broom in her hand.
He complained because he couldn't stick his nose through two holes at the same time! After Farmer Green put the lid with the holes in it over the top of the feeding trough, Grunty Pig began to grow. At last he was getting as much to eat as his brothers and sisters. And the bigger he grew, the more food he wanted.
Pig must certainly have heard and understood Farmer Green's remark. For she gave a loud squeal of alarm. "Hurry!" she begged him. "Please, Mr. Green, do find Grunty before dark!" It was a wonder that Johnnie Green and his father ever found Grunty Pig. Soon after Henrietta Hen left him, Grunty crept out of the lane and wandered into the cornfield.
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.
Crow couldn't tell him. The truth was that Mr. Crow had already told all he knew. "I'll ask Grunty Pig himself what he means to do to us," Jolly then declared to his wife. "I've noticed that he digs every day at the foot of our apple tree. The next time he comes here I'll have a talk with him." So that very day Jolly put his question to Grunty Pig.
He knew, now, what made the little, pudgy, white strangers look so queer. There wasn't one of them that had even a hint of a tail! Then all at once Grunty turned angrily upon old dog Spot. "These aren't pigs!" he squealed. "You needn't think you can fool me. They're not pigs at all." "Oh, yes they are!" Spot insisted.
Not far from the barn Grunty left the lane and hurried toward the little yard outside the piggery, where he had run away from his mother and his brothers and his sisters. When he reached the fence through which he had crept while Mrs. Pig was enjoying a nap, he met with a great surprise. The hole in the fence was no more! Somebody had mended it. And there he was, outside the yard!
He let them out of their pen and turned them loose in a little yard out of doors. Such gruntings and squealings hadn't been heard on the farm for a long time. It was just like a picnic. And everybody had the finest of times. Still, Grunty Pig wasn't content to stay in the yard with the rest of the family. It wasn't long before he found a hole in the fence big enough to wriggle through.
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