No, instead,
Squinty began rooting them out of the earth with his strong, rubbery
nose, made just for digging.
I am not saying Squinty did right in this. In fact he did wrong, but
then he was a little pig, and he knew no better. In fact it was the
first time he had really run away so far, and he was quite hungry. And
potatoes were better than pig weed.
Squinty ate as many potatoes as he wanted, and then he said to himself,
in a way pigs have:
"Well, I guess I'll go on to the brook, and cool off in the water. That
will do me good. After that I'll look around and see what will happen
next."
Squinty had a good nose for smelling, as most animals have, and, tilting
it up in the air, Squinty sniffed and snuffed. He wanted to smell the
water, so as to take the shortest path to the brook.
"Ha! It's right over there!" exclaimed Squinty to himself. "I can easily
find the water to take a bath."
Across the potato field he went, taking care to keep well down between
the rows of green vines, for he did not want to be seen by the dog, or
the farmer.
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