He ran toward a large bunch of the juicy, green pig weed, but before he
reached it he heard a dreadful noise.
"Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" went some animal, and then came some
growls, and the next moment Squinty saw, rushing toward him Don, the big
black and white dog of the farmer. "Bow wow! Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked
Don, and that meant, in his language: "Get back in your pen, Squinty!
What do you mean by coming out? Get back! Bow wow!"
[Illustration: Squinty saw rushing toward him, Don, the big black and
white dog.]
"Oh dear! Oh dear!" squealed Squinty. "I shall be bitten sure! That dog
will bite me! Oh dear! Why didn't I stay in the pen?"
Squinty turned on his little short legs, as quickly as he could, and
started back for the pen. But it was not easy to run in a potato field,
and Squinty, not having lived in the woods and fields as do some pigs,
was not a very good runner.
"Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don, running after Squinty.
I do not believe Don really meant to hurt the comical little pig.
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