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And the fire got hotter and hotter, and the little piggie boy was hoping that Curly Tail and the other animal boys would come back in time to save him, but he could neither see nor hear anything of them. "I guess I'm going to be roasted!" he cried. "Oh, if Uncle Wiggily were only here. Or even Grandpa Squealer!" "Ha!
One morning Flop Ear, the little piggie boy, awakened in his bed of straw, and said: "I don't feel very well today." "I wish I didn't, too," spoke Curly Tail. "Why?" asked his brother in surprise. "I'm not fooling. Honestly, I don't feel well. Do you want to be sick, too?" "Just a little bit," answered Curly Tail. "Just sick enough so as not to have to go to school."
Well, when Flop heard that heard that the wolf was going to eat the lovely pie he became real brave, that little piggie boy did. "You shan't have that pie!" he cried. Then the wolf, with a big jump, started for the bungalow to get the pie and the pie lady, but what do you think Flop did? He just grabbed up the pan of apple peelings long, curling peelings they were and he threw them at the wolf!
They did it well, though they were as badly crowded as the five and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. Katie wished the Charlie boy to see the ducklings, which were "velly difrunt from a piggie;" but dear Charlie was very ill, and when the children went with the milk, they were not allowed to see him. I may as well give you here the history of the ducklings.
And next, in case the horse radish doesn't jump over the oysters and scare them so they fall into the clam chowder, I'll tell you about Flop and the marshmallows. "Boys," said Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old gentleman rabbit, to Curly and Flop, the piggie chaps, one morning. "Boys, do you think you can get along by yourselves this afternoon?"
So the rabbit gentleman and the piggie boy went on and on, until they came to the place where Grunter was to build his house of straw. Uncle Wiggily helped, and soon it was finished. "Why, it is real nice and cozy in here," said Uncle Wiggily, when he had made a big pile of snow back of the straw house to keep off the north wind, and had gone in with the little piggie boy.
"I I guess that was where the bear tied me to the fence," said the piggie boy, and so it was. His tail was all curled tight, like a little girl's hair. His mamma tried to take the curl out with a warm flatiron, but the kink stayed in the tail, and so Mr.
Now look sharp, Joe, and remember what you promised." "Phronsie must have the " "Oh, Joey, I want the piggie, I do," cried Phronsie, whose eyes had been fastened on the cooky animals ever since Polly had brought them up on the beautiful green leaves. "May I, Joel?" she begged. "Hoh, that isn't good!" said Joel, disdainfully. "He's a horrid old pig."
I could send Baby Pinky, only she is over at Jennie Chipmunk's, playing with her dolls." "Oh, I'll go!" said Flop Ear, and he laid aside his book, and got ready to go to the store. It was getting nearer and nearer to Christmas every day, and, though the piggie boys hadn't seen Santa Claus himself since that one time in the woods, they had seen a lot of people dressed up like him.
"They remind me of apple pie and cheese." Then the rat gentleman looked up, saw the piggie, and said: "Come in, boys, and you may each have one apple. Help yourselves." "Thank you, very much," spoke Curly. "Come on!" he cried to his brother Flop, "we'll each take a big apple, and there will be enough for a pie when we get home."
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