"Oh, you poor little pig!" grunted Mrs. Pig. "What has happened to you?"
"Oh, mamma!" squealed Squinty. "I--I ran out of the pen to see what it
was like outside, and I was just eating some pig weed, when this big dog
chased after me."
"Yes, I did," said Don, growling in his deep voice. "The place for pigs,
little or big, is in their pen. The farmer does not want you to come out
and spoil his garden. He tells me to watch you, and to drive you back if
you come in it.
"This is the first time I have seen any of you pigs in the garden," went
on Don, still keeping hold of Squinty's ear, "and I want you, please, to
go back in your pen."
"Oh, I'll go! I'll go!" cried Squinty. "Only let loose of my ear, Mr.
Dog, if you please!"
"What! Have you hold of Squinty's ear?" asked Wuff-Wuff. "Oh, do please
let him go!"
"Yes, I will, now that you are here," said Don, and he took his strong,
white teeth from the piggy boy's ear. "I did not bite him hard enough to
hurt him," said Don. "But I had to catch hold of him somewhere, and
taking him by the ear was better than taking him by the tail, I think.
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