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Updated: June 19, 2025
"I'll be careful after this," promised the piggie boy, and I guess he was. Anyhow it was a good lesson to him. And that night he and his brother had cornmeal pancakes with apple sauce on, and Uncle Wiggily stayed to supper.
Run!" called Uncle Wiggily to Curly and the little piggie boy did run, and, after some trouble, he got safely home with his big apple and the meal, but Flop was there ahead of him. "After this," said Uncle Wiggily, when he came up to the piggie house, "after this, Curly, don't take such a large apple, and you can run better when a fox chases you."
And all the while the little piggie tried to get away but he couldn't because the bear held him so tightly in his paws. Pretty soon the bear came to his den. Then he said: "Let me see, now. I must have some apple sauce to go with my roast pork dinner. I'll just tie this little pig to the fence while I go off and get some apples to make into sauce.
"I don't know," said Flop Ear, "but it sounds like the kind rat- gentleman who gave us the apples." "That's just who it is," said the voice. "And who are you, if I may ask?" "Two piggie boys," was the answer. "Can we help you?" "Well, I have here a very large pumpkin," was what the rat gentleman said.
All of a sudden, as the older piggie boy was walking along, digging up nice sweet roots with his nose for you know that is the way piggies dig all of a sudden, I say, there was a growling noise in the bushes, and before the little pig boy could jump out of the way, or even call for his mamma or papa, a big black bear sprang out from inside a hollow stump, and grabbed him.
And how that little piggie boy did run! Faster and faster he ran, carrying the bag of meal for the Johnny cake, but still the 'gator came after him and almost had him. "Oh, will no one save me?" cried Flop, for he could hardly run any more, and then all of a sudden, he came to the place where the elephant was still sitting on a stump, resting himself. "Oh, help me! Help me!" cried Flop.
They knew she was an Indian maiden because her hair was in two long braids, hanging down in front of her, and she had a brown dress on, and she was very beautiful, just like a picture. "We needn't be afraid of her," whispered Curly to his brother. "No indeed," agreed Flop. "I wonder what it is she is looking for?" "Jelly," answered the Indian maiden, who heard what the piggie boy asked.
"Hush, Joey," said Polly, and her face turned rosy red, remembering Mrs. Beebe. But old Mrs. Beebe only laughed, and said she knew the pig wasn't baked good, he would whirl over on one side in the pan. And sometime she would bake Joel a good nice one. But Phronsie kept on pleading for this particular pig. "Do, Joel, please," she begged, "give me the dear, sweet piggie."
But, as for the wolf, the less said about him the better. So on the next page, in case the door-knob doesn't tickle the dining room bread-board and make the sawdust come out of the breakfast oatmeal, I'll tell you about the piggie boys and the jelly.
So on the next page, in case the baking powder doesn't shoot the sponge cake in the bathtub and make the towel ring the bell, I'll tell you about Curly and the big apple. One day, oh, I guess it was about a week after Baby Pinky went to the hospital, something else happened to the two piggie brothers.
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